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AsmI body gets its sop, and holds its noise,
And leaves the sonl free a little.

Bishop Blongram's Apology.

You, for example, clever to a fault,
Tlie rough and ready man, who write apace.
Bead somewhat seldomer, think perhaps

even lees. , lb.

Be a Napoleon, and yet dishelieve !
'Wliy the man's mad, friend, take his light

&way. lb,

Tlie aim, if reached or not, makes great the

Try to be Shakespeare, leave the rest to

fatt^\ lb,

Oeok^, ethnology, what not ? —
fCrreek endings, each the Uttle passing bell
Tlkat signifies some faith's about to die.) lb,
Azfed set yon sqnare with Genesis again. lb.

Worldly in this world,
I take and like its way of hfe. lb.

ICeo are not angels, neither are they brutes:
Sanetfaing we may see, all we cannot see.

He aid true things, but called them bv
wrong names. lo,

Dante, who k>ved well because he hated,
Hated wickedness that hinders loving.

One Word More.

Does hb paint? he fain would write a

IX>es he write? h« '»»» would pamt a
psetnra ^'

Other heiffhti in other Uves, God willing :
AUthelSSifrom »U the heights, yonr oi^

Curving on a dcy imbrued with colour,

Drifted over Fiesole by twilight ;

Came she, our new crescent of a hair's-

Full she flared it, lamping Samminiato.
Rounder 'twixt the cypresses and rounder.
Perfect till the nightmgales applauded, lb.

Blank to Zoroaster on his terrace,

Blind to GalOeo on his turret,

Dmnb to Homer, dumb to Keats — him,

even ! lb.

God be thanked, the meanest of His

Boasts two soul-sides, — one to faoe the

world with.
One to show a woman when he loves her I

The god in babe's disguise.

James Lee's Wife. 6. Beading a Book.

And my faith is torn to a thousand scraps.
And mv heart feels ice while my woids
breathe flame. The Worst of it.

I knew you onoe : but in Paradise,
If we meet, I will pass nor turn my faoe.

Reads verse, and thinks she understands.

Dts aliter Yisnm.

What's the earth
With all its art, verse, music, worth —
Compared with love, foimd, gained, and
ke^? lb.

Sure of the Fortieth spare Arm-chair
When gout and glory seat me there. lb.

With loves and doves, at all events,

With money in the Three per Cents. lb.

How sad and bad and mad it was —
But then, how it was sweet !

I've married a rich old lord,
And you're dubbed knight and B.A.

Youth and Art.

Now, don't, sir ! Don't expose me ! Just

this once!
This was the first and only time, I swear.

Mr. Bludge, ^'Ths Medlam."

One does see somewhat when one shuts

one's eyes. Ih.

li such as came for wool, sir, went home

Where is the wrong I did them P lb.

It's just the proper way to baulk
These troublesome fellows— liars, one and

Are not these sceptics? Well, to baffle

No use in being squeanuah : lie yourself. lb.

There's a real love of a lie.
Liars find ready made for lies they make.


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To suppose one cheat
Can gull all these, were more miracolons far
Than aught we should confess a miracle.

Mr. Sludge, ''The Medlom."

Solomon of saloons,
And phflosophic diner-out. lb.

This trade of mine— I don't know, can^t

be sure
But there was something in it, tricks and

Really, I want to light up my own mind.

With the supernatural element,— you know.

Because, howeyer sad the truth may seem.
Sludge is of all-importance to himself. lb.

Was it likelier, now,
That this our one out of all worlds beside,
The what-d*you-call-*em millions, shotUd

be just
Precisely chosen to make Adam for.
And the rest o' the tale? Tet the tale's

true, you know. lb.

I*m eyes, ears, mouth of me, one gase and

N'othing eludes me, everything's a hint.
Handle, and help. lb.

We find great things are made of little

And little things go lessening, till at last
Comes Gk>d behind them. lb.

This plain, plump fact. !b.

Your poet who sings how Greeks
That never were, in Troy which never wi4
Did this or the other impossible great thiiu^

Boston's a hole, the herring-pond is wide,
V-notes are something, lil^rty still more.
Beside, is he the only fool in the world ? lb.

It's wiser being good than bad ;

It's safer being meek than fierce ;
It's fitter being sane than mad.

Apparent Fallnrt.

Letting the rank tongue blossom into speech.
Caliban upon Betebos.

'Thinketh, He dwelleth i' the cold o' the

*Thinketh He made it, with the sun to match,
But not the stars ; the stars came otherwise.


Oreen-dense and dim-delidous, bred o' the

sun. lb.

Let twenty pass, and stone the twenty-first.

A bitter heart that bides its time and bites.


What, what P A curtain o'er the world at

ouceP lb

We would not lose
The last of what might happen on his face.

A Death In the Desert. 1 17.
Outside was all noon and the burning blue.


Stung by the splendour of a sudden thought.
Such ever was love's way ; to rise, it stoops.

I seemed left alive
Like a sea-jelly weak on Patmos strand.
To tell dry sea-beach gazers how I fared
When there was mid-sea, and the migh^

things. I. ISS,

Burrow awhile and build, broad on the rooti

of things. Abt Yo<lw. St, t.

There shall never be one lost good ! What

was, shall live as before. Si. 9,

On the earth the broken arcs ; in the heaven,

a perfect round. Ih.

But God has a few of us whom he whispers

in the ear;
The rest may reason and welcome : 'tis we

musicians know. Si. 11»

I was ever a fighter, so — one fight more.

The best and the last !
I would hate that death bandaged my eyes^
and forbore.

And bade me creep post Prosple*.

For thence, — a paradox
Which comforts while it mocks, —
Shall life succeed in that it seems to fail :
What I aspired to be
And was not, comforts me.

Rabbi Ben Bsnu 7.
All that is, at all,
Lasts ever, past recall :
Earth dianges, but thy soul and God stand
sura lb. f7.

He fixed there 'mid this dance
Of plastic circumstance. lb. B8,

Let age approve of youth, and death com-
plete the same ! lb. St,
Why Where's the need of Temple, when the

O' the world are that P

Epilogue. DramoHs Ptnonm.

Touth means love ;
Vows can't change nature ; priests are otilr
men. The Ring and the Book, i, 1056.

O lyric Love, half angel and half bird.
And all a wonder and a wi* * desire !

The story always old, and always new.

f . fXA.
But facts are facts and flinch not. f , 1049,

Oto practise if yon please
With men and women : leave a child sIoim
For Christ's particular love's sake ! 4, AS.


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Tht proper prooeas of unMzming Bin
Ii to begin well doing.

Thtt Ring and thm Book. 4, 286.

Ob, make na bappy and ytm make us

Mothen^ wiYos, and maids,
Tben be the took wberewith prieets manage

men. 4, 60S,

Ereiycine, loon or late, oomes romid by

Eome. 6,t96,

Sainta, to do ua good,
Hvst be in bearen. ff, 176,

Twaa a thief said the kat kind word to

<%nat took the kindnesa and forgave the

tiieft. 6,869.

Such man, being but mere man (*twaa aU

she knew)f
Must be made snre by beauty's silken bond.
The weakneaa that sabduea the strong, ana

Wisdom alike and folly. 9, 440.

Fanltkas to a fanlt 9, 1/77.

What does the world, told truth, but lie

the more ? 10, 67S,

life a probation, and the earth no goal
Bat atjffting point of man. i(9, 1496.

Tbae^B a new tribunal now,
Higher than Qod'a— the educated man*s !

Xoacribe all human effort with one word,
Artistry's hsMmting curse, the Incomplete !

Ton nerer know what life means till you

Sren throughout life, 'tia death that makes

life lire,
Give it whaterer the significanca U, t376.

Flaneta of the pale populace of beaven.

Bsklauatlon'a AdTentnra.

Who heaxB music, feels his solitude
Peopled at once. lb.

Why waste a word, or let a tear escape.
Whue other aorrowa wait you in the world?

Genius haa somewhat of the infantine :
But of the chfldish not a touch or taint

PriBoe Hohanattel-Sohwangan.

God will estimate
Soeoesa one day. lb.

The gnat mind knows the power of gentle-

Ooly tnes force because persuasion f aila.


Tbae*8 a further good conceiTable
Bejood the utmoet earth can realise.
Tntb aerer horta the teller.

Fllliie «t the ffftir. S9,

The learned eye is still the loving one.

Bed Cotton Hi^tcap Country. Book 1,

For this did Paganini comb the fierce
Electric Bpcu'ks^ or to tenuity
PuU forth the mmoet wailing of the wire —
No cat-gut could swoon out so much of

souL Ih.

Infantine Art divinely artless. Book t.

Why with old truth needs new truth

disagree? lb.

Then his face grew one luminosity. Book 4-
Ignorance is not innooence, but sin.

The Inn Album. Canto 6.

Womanliness means only motherhood ;
All love begins and ends there. Canto ?
Now your rater and debater
Is baulked by a mere spectator
Who simply stares and listens.

Of Paoohiarotto. 7.
Man*s work is to labour and leaven —
As best he may— earth here with heaven ;
Tis work for work's sake that he's needing.

Then was called a council straight,
Brief and bitter the debate.

Herv^BlaL St. 4,

Praise is deeper than the lips. St. 9.

Work I may dispense
With talk about, since work in evidence,
Perhaps in history ; who knows or cares ?
k Forgiveness.

The thing I pity most
In man is — ^action prompted by surprise
Of anger. lb.

Who knows most, doubts not ; entertaining

Means recognising fear.

Two Poets of Crolsie. 1, 158.

Needs there groan a world in anguish just
to teach us sympathy? La Baisias.

This world has been harsh and strange ;

Something is wrong : there needeth a change.

Holy-Cross Day.

Not a thought to be seen
On his stoBidy brow and quiet mouth.

The Statue and the Bust.

The glory dropped from their youth and love,
And both perceived they nad dreamed a

dream. lb.

Just for a handful of silver he left us,

Just for a riband to sti<^ in his coat.

The Lost Leader.

We that had loved him so, followed him,
honoured him.
Lived in bis'mild and magnificent eye,
Learned his great language, caught his clear
Made him our pattern to live and to die. lb.


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We shall march prospering — not through
his presence.

The Lost Leader.

What so wild as words are ?

^ k Woman*! Last Word.

'Tis the world the same
For my praise or hlame,
And endurance is easy tiiere. Ih.

Open my heart and you will see
Graved inside of it, " Italy."

•• De OuitibM— -

Chance cannot change my love, nor time
impair. ^ny vife to any Hoiband. 9.

And yet thou art the nobler of us two :
What dare I dream of, that thou canst not
doP lb. 148.

Lose who may — I still can say,
Those who wm heaven, blest are they.

One Way of Love. S.

What porridge had John Keats P


Argument's hot to the cloje.

Matter Hu^ea of Baxe-Ootha.

One says his say with a difference ;
More of expounding, explaining ;
All now is wrangle, abuse and vocif erance.

lb. 16,

Do I carry the moon in my pocket ? lb, t9.

LoTe is so different with us men.

In a Tear.

I find earth not grey but rosy,
Heaven not grim but fair of hue.

At the '< Mermaid."

Oh, to be in England now that April's
there ! Home Thought! ftem Abroad.

That's the wise thrush ; he sings each song

twice over
Lest you should think he never could

The first fine careless rapture ! lb.

Here and here did England help me : how

can I help England?— sajr
Whoso turns as I, this evening, turn to God

to praise and pray.
While Jove's planet rises yonder, sOent over

•^^ca* Home Thou^ti trwn. the Seas.

Ah, did you once see Shelley plain
And did he stop and speak to you,

And did you speak to him again r
How strange it seems, and new !

Memorabilia. 1,

O world as Gh>d has made it ! All is beauty.
The Onardlan Angel.

Gk>disseen God
In the star, in the stone, in the fieeh, in the
soul and the clod. gaoL St. 17.

'Tis not what man Does which exalts him,
but what man Would do. St. 18.

Till the young ones whisper, finger on lip,
** There he is at it, deep m Greek."

By the Plrealda.

The place is silent and aware ;

It nas had its scenes, its joys and crimes.
But that is its own affair. lb*

We two stood there with never a third. Ih,

There's a great text in Ghklatians,

Once you trip on it, entails
Twenty-nine distinct damnationi%

One sure, if another fails.

Soliloquy of the BpanUh Cloliter.


Joy which is crystallised for ever.
Or grief, an eternal petrifaction.

Old Picture! In Florence. IS,

*Tis old to you
As the story of Adam and Eve, and poesibly
quite as true. i^in IvAnovitcb. /. 16,

A mother who boasts two boys was ever
accounted rich. I. 154,

What youth deemed crystal, age finds out
was dew.

Jocoserla. Joehanan Hakkado»h,

On earth I confess an itch for the praise of
fools — ^that's Vanity. Solomon and BalkU,

Never the time and the place
And ti^e loved one all together !

Never the txme and the place.

Providence cares for every hungry mouth.
FerlBhtah*s Fancies. The EagU,

What does Man see or feel or apprehend
Here, there, and everywhere, but faults to

Omissions to supply, — one wide disease
Of things that are, which Man at once would

Had will but power and knowledge P

Parleyings with Certain People.
6. Francis Furini, St. 9,

There is no truer truth obtainable
By man, than comes of music.

7 Charles Avison. St. 6,

One who never turned his back, but marched
breast forward,
Never doubted clouds would break.
Never dreamed, though right were worsted^
wrong would triumph.
Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight
better, sleep to wake.

iBolando. Epilogue,


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WCHAM. BRUCi: (1746-1767).

TJ?^*^ • *^y bower xs^ erer green,
Thy iky ia ever dear ;
Thou hast no aorro-w in thy song,
Ko winter in thy year.

To the Caekoo.*

And momin^ dreams, as poets tell, are

tnie.t Ele^ on Spring

W. CULLUN BRYANT (1794-1878).
Truth, camahed to earth, shall rise again :

The eternal years of God are hers ;
Bvt Brrar, woxmded^ writhes with pain,
And dies among his worshippers.

The BatUalleld. St, 9.
Another hand thy sword shall wield,
Another hand the standard ware,
^Q from the tnimx>et'8 month is poUed
Tha Uast of triumph o*er thy grave.


To Mm who in the Iots of Nature holds
Commnnion with her yisiUe forms, the

A Taiioos language. Thanatopsls. /. 1,

Go forth, under the open sky, and list

To Katore's teachings. L I4,

Old ocean's grey and melancholy waste.

L 43.
The ^ohe, are hut a handful to the trihes
llkat slumber in its bosom. /. 48,

When thy summons comes to join
The iimumerable caravan. /. 7S,

Approach thy grave
Like one that draws the drapery of his couch
About him, and lies down to pleasant
dreams. 1.80.

The shoves were God's first temples.

Forest Hymn.
The melancholy days are come,

The saddest of the year.
Of wailing winda ana naked woods,
And meadows orown and sere.

The Death of the Flowers.

Hbeeouth wind searches for the flowers
mrhose fragrance late he bore,

And sighs to find tiiem in the wood
And oy the stream no more. lb.

1 Loveliest of lovely things are they,

\ On earth that soonest pass away.

1 The rose that liyes its uttle hour

\ Is prized b^ond the sculptured flower.

I A Scene on the Banks of the Hudson.

' Ood hath yoked to goflt

Her pale tormentor, misery.

Inscription for the Entrance to a Wood.

* This song is also attributed to John Logan
t Set Rhodes : " And morning dreams," eto.

There is a day of sunny rest

For every dark and troubled night :

And grief may hide an evening guest.

But joy shall come with eaiTy light

Blessed are they that Hovn.
Too bright, too beautiful to last.

Ths Mynlet.
Maidens' hearts are always soft :
Would that men's were truer ! Son^.

SIR S. E. BRYDGES (178S-1S87).
The glory dies not, and the grief is past.
Death of Sir W. Boott.

ROBERT W. BUCHAN AN(1841-1»01).
Piping a vagrant ditty free from Care.

PastOTal Pietores. i.
So bent on self-sanctifyinff.—
That she never ttiought m^trying

To save her poor husband as well.

Full of a sweet indifference. Oharmiaa.
The palfrey pace and the glittering grace.
Ox Spenser's magical song. doadland.

When human power and failure
Are eaualised for ever,
And the great liffht that haloes aU is the
passionate bright endeavour.

To DaTld in HeaveB. Si.tt.
And the soft gold-down on her silken chin
Is like the underside of a ripe peadi.

Polyphems's Passion.
Wliose face is this, so musicafly fair P

The Syren.
In fact, 'tis the seasonof billing and cooing,
Amorous flying and fond pursumg.

Fine Weather on the DItfsntia. Iftt.t
I csre not a fig for the cares of business ;
Politics fill me with doubt and dizziness.

St 4.
I hate the vulgar popular cattle. 16,

Altogether they pussle me quite,
They all seem wrong and they all seem
• right. Si. 6.

And what at first had been an idle joy,
Became a sober, serious work for fame.

Hu^ Sutherland's Pansles.

The mud of English patronage
Grows round his feet, and keeps him down.
London Poems. BdwardVrowhunt, 1.

Set him before a hedgerow in a lane.
And he was happy all alone for hours.

I say the world is lovely.

And that loveliness is enough.

Ariitt and Model

He hated the bad world that loved not him.

Barbara Gray^ 7.


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Yon know him slightly. We, who knew

him well,
Saw something in his soul you coold not see.
London Poems. J)$ Bemey,

The baying and the selling, and the strife
Of little natures. Ih

The sweet post-prandial cigar. lb

Nought was said of the years of pain,
The starrinff stomach, the maddened brain,
The years of sorrow and want fnd toil,
And the murdering rent for the bit of soil.

The finest sight beneath the sky

Is to see how bravely a xav can die. Ih.

But, dash my buttons, though you put it

It's my opinion you're more right than

wrong. Th4 Latt of ths Mangmen.

Knowing how Nature threatens ere she

springs, lorth Ooast and Other Poems.

Meg Blane, I,

No sound of tiny footfalls filled the house
With happy cheer. Ths Scaith o* Bartle,

So down the flowery path of love we went.
Sigurd of Saxony,

Ah ! the lamps numberless.
The mystical jewels of God,
The IimiinouB, wonderful.

Beautiful Ughts of the Veil !

Book of Orm.
/. Firtt Song o/ths Feil, 4,

Believing hath a core of unbelieving.

V. Songt of Seeking J if.

A race that binds
Its bodv in chains, and calls them Liberty ;
And calls each fresh link Progress.

PoUtlcal Mystics. Titan and Avatar ^ f .

O he is patient, and he will await
Century after century in peaccL
So that he hears sweet songs of her he seeks.
So that his guides do speak to him of her,
So that he thinks to clasp her in the end. lb.

Shall I gorge your souls
With horror ? Shall 1 croak into your ears
What I have suffered there, what I have
Been? songs of the Terrible Tear.

Dialogue in tht Snow,

Scrofulous novels of the age.
Saint Abt and hit Seven Wives, Dedication,

His brains were only candle-grease, and
wasted down like tallow.

City of the Saints, Fart 1,

Their hearts and sentiments were free, their
appetites were hearty. Fart 6,

She just wore
Enough for modesty — no more.

White Base and Bed, Fartl,5,

Conscience wakened in a fever,

Just a day too late, as ever. Fart f , 5.

One likes to die where his father before him
Died, with the same sky shinin* o'er him.

In her very style of looking
There was oognisanoe of cookingl
From her verv dress were peeifmg
Indications of housekeeping ! Fart 5, 5.

We wake in a dream, and we ache in a

And we break in a dream, and die !

Balder the Baantiftal. Ftoem,

Live on ! No touch of time shall cauae
One wrinkle on thy smooth, unrufied brow !

Then night bv night, and day by day,

His deepest joy was found
In watchmg happy things of day,
And heanug human sound. Fart ^ f .

Even so he turned J
The saddest things to beauty. With his faos
Came calm and consecration. lb*

All that is beautiful shall abide.
All that is base shaU die! FM7,6,

But don't you go and make mistakes, liks

many domed tools I've known.
For dirt is dirt, and snakes is snakes, but an
, Injiu's flesh and bone !

PhU Blood's Leap.

But his eddication to his ruination had not

been over nice.
And his stupid skull was choking full of

vulgar prejudice. lb,



JOHN B. BUCKSTONE (180S-1879).
Time was made for slaves.*

Billy Tftylor*

I dreamt that I dwelt in marble halls.

Bohemian .filrL Opera,

When other lips and other hearts

Their tales of love shaU tell. Jb,

The light of other days. lb,

• " Let oa Icsvs hurry to ilmyea."

— BMxasoir : ** Busy on Mannen.


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JOHN BUNYAN (162S-1688).

Some said, John, print it ; othezB said, Not


Some nid. It might do good ; othen said,

No. TlM PiVrim's Pm^nss.

Bart 1. T^ Author'' i Apology,

Hay 1 not write in snch a style as this P

In smeki a mfithod, too, and yet not miss

My end— thy good ? lb.

Then read my fancies ; they wHI stick like

bunm. lb.

It is tiie SLongh of Despond still, and so

viU be when they haye done what they can.


Hanging ii too good for him, said Mr.

Gmeity. lb.

A easUe called Donhttn^ Castle, the owner

w h ereof was GKant Despair. lb,

Now Giant Despair had a wife, and her

name was Dii&dence. lb,

Sle^ is sweet to the labooring man. lb,

He^ has got heycmd the gunshot of his

Some things are of that natnre as to make
One's fancy ehnckle, while his heart doth

ache. Fart t, Ftefaee,

A man that oonid look no way hnt down-
wards, with a mock-rake in his hand.

Part 2.

Oae leak will sink a ship'; and one sin
win destroy a sinner. lb.

He that is down needs fear no fall

He that is low, no pride.* lb.

The man so hraViBly played the man.

He made the fiend to fly. lb,

"Diere was a man, thongh some did count

him mad.
The more he cast away the more he had. lb.
He who bestows his goods npon the poor,
CDiall hare as much again, and ten times

moire. lb,

I shook flie sermon out of my mind.

Grace Abounding.

pUw.] J. W. BURGON (1813*1888)
A rose-red city half as old as Timet

f^trm—JfewdifaU Prigs Pbem {1845),
EDMUND BURKE (1729-1797).

A good parson once said that where
wjaterj begms religion ends. Cannot I
aaj, as tmly at least, of human laws, that
where mystery begins, justice ends P

1 Vladleatlon of Hatoral Boolsty.

The locratiTe bnsinees of mystery. lb.

Power gradoallT enctiroatesfirom the mind

erery humane ana gentle virtue. lb,

*3m Boiler. " He that is down can IkU no
hwer. "
f'Bf many a temple haU ss old m Tlme."-
• Itoly."

I hare no great opinion of a definition,
the celebrated remedy fOT the cure of this
disorder [uncertainty and confusion].

On the Boblime and Beantiftil*
Part L ItUrothsetUm,

He perhaps reads bi a shipwreck on the
coast of Bohemia. lb.

As the arts advance towards their per-
fection, the science of criticism advances
with equal pace. Jb.

Darkness is more productiTe of sublime
ideas than light Pari f , ioe, 14*

Beauty in distress is much the most
affecting beauty. Pirt S, tee. 9.

Custom reconciles us to everything.

Part 4, §ee, 18,

Farfj divisions, whether on the whole
operatmg for good or evil, are things in-
separable from free government.

Observations on a Publication, ** Th$
Present State of the Nation.''

There is, however, a limit at which for-
bearance ceases to be a virtue. lb.

Well stored with pons frauds, and, like
most discourses of the sort, much better
-calculated for the private advantage of the
pr«u^er than the edification of the hearers.


A commonplace against war ; the easiest
of all topics. lb.

The same sun which gflds all nature, and
exhilarates the whole creation, does not
shine upon disappointed ambition. lb.

It is a general popular error to suppose
the loudest complamers for the public to be
the most anxious for its welfare. lb.

To complain of the age we live in, to
murmur at the jiresent possessors of power,
to lament the past, to conceive extravagant
hopes of the future, are the common dis-
positions of the greatest part of mankind.

Thoughts on the Cause of
the Present Dlsoontents.

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