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And far away into the sickly light, 1 Oh! where is the strength of slaves ! From many a wondrous grot and secret He is weak! we are strong: he a slave, cell

we are free; Unnumbered and enormous polypi Come along! we will dig their graves. Winnow with giant fins the slumbering Cho. -- Shout for England ! etc.

green. There hath he lain for ages and will lie There standeth our ancient enemy; Battening upon huge seaworms in his Will he dare to battle with the free? sleep,

Spur along ! spur amain ! charge to the Until the latter fire shall heat the deep; fight : Then once by man and angels to be seen, Charge ! charge to the fight ! In roaring he shall rise and on the sur Hold up the Lion of England on hig!! face die.

Shout for God and our right!

Cho. — Shout for England ! etc.

Who fears to die? Who fears to die?
Is there any here who fears to die?

THERE is no land like England
He shall find what he fears; and none

Where'er the light of day be ; shall grieve

There are no hearts like English hearts, For the man who fears to die;

Such hearts of oak as they be. But the withering scorn of the many

There is no land like England shall cleave

Where'er the light of day be ; To the man who fears to die.

There are no men like Englishmen,

So tall and bold as they be.
Shout for England !

Ho! for England !

For the French the Pope may shrive 'em,
George for England !

| For the devil a whit we heed 'em :
Merry England !

As for the French, God speed 'em
England for aye !

Unto their heart's desire,

And the merry devil drive 'em
The hollow at heart shall crouch forlorn, | Through the water and the fire.
He shall eat the bread of common
scorn ;

It shall be steeped in the salt, salt tear, Our glory is our freedom,
Shall be steeped in his own salt tear :

We lord it o'er the sea ;
Far better, far better he never were born

We are the sons of freedom, Than to shame merry England here.

We are free. CHO. — Shout for England ! etc.

There is no land like England, There standeth our ancient enemy;

Where'er the light of day be ; Hark! he shouteth- the ancient ene. | There are no wives like English wives, my!

So fair and chaste as they be. On the ridge of the hill his banners rise : / There is no land like England, They stream like fire in the skies ;

Where'er the light of day be ; Hold up the Lion of England on high

There are no maids like English maids, Till it dazzle and blind his eyes.

So beautiful as they be.
Cho. - Shout for England ! etc.

Cho. - For the French, etc.
Come along ! we alone of the earth are

DUALISMS. free ; The child in our cradles is bolder than Two bees within a crystal flowerbell he;

rockéd, For where is the heart and strength of Hum a lovelay to the west-wind at slaves !


Both alike, they buzz together,

Both alike, they hum together,
Through and through the flowered Whither away, whither away, whither

away ? Fly no more : Where in a creeping cove the wave un- Whither away wi' the singing sail ! shocked

whither away wi’ the oar? Lays itself calm and wide. Whither away from the high green field Over a stream two birds of glancing

and the happy blossoming shore ? feather

Weary mariners, hither away,
Do woo each other, carolling together. One and all, one and all,
Both alike, they glide together, Weary mariners, come and play ;
Side by side ;

We will sing to you all the day;
Both alike, they sing together,

Furl the sail and the foam will fall Arching blue-glosséd necks beneath the From the prow! One and all purple weather.

Furl the sail ! Drop the oar !

Leap ashore, Two children lovelier than Love adown Know danger and trouble and toil no the lea are singing,

more, As they gambol, lily-garlands ever string. Whither away wi' the sail and the oar! ing:

Drop the oar,
Both in blosmwhite silk are

Leap ashore,
frockéd :

Fly no more!
Like, unlike, they roam together Whither away wi' the sail ? whither away
Under a summer vault of golden

wi' the oar ?

Day and night to the billow the foun. Like, unlike, they sing together

tain calls : Side by side,

Down shower the gambolling waterMid May's darling golden lock

falls ed,

From wandering over the lea ; Summer'stanling diamond eyed. They freshen the silvery-crimson shells,

And thick with white bells the clover. WE ARE FREE.

hill swells

High over the full-toned sea. The winds, as at their hour of birth, Merrily carol the revelling gales Leaning upon the winged sea,

Over the islands free : Breathed low around the rolling earth From the green seabanks the rose With mellow preludes, “We are free."

down trails The streams through many a lilied row To the happy brimméd sea.

Down-carolling to the crispéd sea, Come hither, come hither and be our Low-tinkled with a bell-like flow

lords, Atween the blossoms, “We are free." For merry brides are we :

We will kiss sweet kisses, and speak

sweet words. THE SEA FAIRIES. *

O listen, listen, your eyes shall glisSlow sailed the weary mariners, and

ten saw

With pleasure and love and revelry; Between the green brink and the run O listen, listen, your eyes shall glis. ning foam

ten, White limbs uprobéd in a crystal air, When the sharp clear twang of the gold. Sweet faces, rounded arms, and bosoms

en chords

Runs up the ridgéd sea. To little harps of gold : and while they Ye will not find so happy a shore, mused,

Weary mariners ! all the world o'er ; Whispering to each other half in fear,

O, fly no inore ! Shrill music reached them on the mid Hearken ye, hearken ye, sorrow shall dle sea.

darken ye, • Original form.

Danger and trouble and toil po more;

... prest


Whither away?

| All men do walk in sleep, and all
Drop the oar;

Have faith in that they dream :
Hither away

For all things are as they seem to all,
Leap ashore;

And all things flow like a stream. O fly no more — no more : Whither away, whither away, whither away with the sail and the oar ?

There is no rest, no calm, no pause,

Nor good nor ill, nor light nor shade,

Nor essence nor eternal laws :
Οι ρέοντες.

For nothing is, but all is made.

But if I dream that all these are,

They are to me for that I dream ; ALL thoughts, all creeds, all dreams are For all things are as they seem to all, true,

And all things flow like a stream. All visions wild and strange ; Man is the measure of all truth

Argal — this very opinion is only true Unto himself. All truth is change, relatively to the flowing philosophers.





Shake hands, my friend, across the brink MINE be the strength of spirit fierce and Of that deep grave to which I go. free,

Shake hands once more : I cannot sink Like some broad river rushing down alone, So far — far down, but I shall know With the selfsame impulse wherewith Thy voice, and answer from below.

he was thrown From his loud fount upon the echoing

III. lea : -

When, in the darkness over me, Which with increasing might doth for- | The four-handed mole shall scrape, ward flee

Plant thou no dusky cypress-tree, By town, and tower, and hill, and cape, | Nor wreathe thy cap with doleful crape, and isle,

But pledge me in the flowing grape. And in the middle of the green salt sea Keeps his blue waters fresh for many a mile.

And when the sappy field and wood Mine be the Power which ever to its sway Grow green beneath the showery gray, Will win the wise at once, and by degrees And rugged barks begin to bud, May into uncongenial spirits flow ;' And through damp holts, new flushed Even as the great gulfstream of Florida with May, Floats far away into the Northern seas Ring sudden laughters of the Jay ; The lavish growths of southern Mexico.

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Then let wise Nature work her will,

And on my clay the darnels grow. | Come only when the days are still,

And at my headstone whisper low,
And tell me if the woodbines blow,

ALL good things have not kept aloof,

Nor wandered into other ways;
I have not lacked thy mild reproof,

Nor golden largess of thy praise,
But life is full of weary days.


If thou art blest, my mother's smile | Undimmed, if bees are on the wing:

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Then cease, my friend, a little while, Methinks if I should kiss thee, no control

That I may hear the throstle sing Within the thrilling brain could keep His bridal song, the boast of spring.


The subtle spirit. Even while I spoke, VII.

| The bare word Kiss hath made my inner Sweet as the noise in parchéd plains

soul Of bubbling wells that fret the stones

To tremble like a lutestring, ere the (If any sense in me remains),

note Thy words will be ; thy cheerful tones

Hath melted in the silence that it broke. As welcome to my crumbling bones.

But were I loved, as I desire to be,

What is there in the great sphere of the

earth, He thought to quell the stubborn hearts

| And range of evil between death and birth,

That I should fear, - if I were loved by of oak, Madman ! -- to chain with chains, and


ns, and all the inner, all the outer world of pain bind with bands That island queen that sways the floods

Clear Love would pierce and cleave, if

thou wert mine, and lands From Ind to Ind, but in fair daylight

dalisha As I have heard that, somewhere in the

main, woke, When from her wooden walls, lit by sure

Fresh-water springs come up through

bitter brine. hands, With thunders, and with lightnings, and

cow 'T were joy, not fear, clasped hand-in

hand with thee, with smoke, Peal after peal, the British battle broke,

To wait for death — mute – careless of

all ills, Lulling the brine against the Coptic sands. We taught him lowlier moods, when of

Apart upon a mountain, though the surge

| of some new deluge from a thousand Elsinore

hills Heard the war moan along the distant sea, Rocking with shattered spars, with sud

Flung leagues of roaring foam into the den fires

gorge Flamed over : at Trafalgar yet once more

Below us, as far on as eye could see. We taught him : late he learned humility Perforce, like those whom Gideon schooled

THE HESPERIDES. with briers.

Hesperus and his daughters three,
That sing about the golden tree."




The North-wind fall'n, in the new-starréd


Zidonian Hanno, voyaging beyond O BEAUTY, passing beauty! sweetest The hoary promontory of Soloë Sweet !

Past Thymiaterion, in calméd bays, How canst thou let me waste my youth Between the southern and the western

in sighs ? I only ask to sit beside thy feet. Heard neither warbling of the nightingale, Thou knowest I dare not look into Nor melody of the Libyan lotus flute thine eyes.

Blown seaward from the shore ; but from Might I but kiss thy hand! I dare not a slope fold

That ran bloom-bright into the Atlantic My arms about thee — scarcely dare to blue, speak.

Beneath a highland leaning down a weight had nothing seems to me so wild and bold, Of cliffs, and zoned below with cedar shade, As with one kiss to touch thy blessed Came voices, like the voices in a dream, cheek.

| Continuous, till he reached the outer sea.


Round about the hallowed fruit - tree


Sing away, sing aloud evermore in the The golden apple, the golden apple, the Lest his scaléd eyelid drop,

wind, without stop, hallowed fruit,

For he is older than the world. Guard it well, guard it warily,

If he waken, we waken, Singing airily,

Rapidly levelling eager eyes. Standing about the charmed root.

If he sleep, we sleep, Round about all is mute,

| Dropping the eyelid over the eyes. As the snow-field on the mountain-peaks, 18 As the sand-field at the mountain-foot.

S, If the golden apple be taken,

The world will be overwise. Crocodiles in briny creeks

Five links, a golden chain, are we, Sleep and stir not: all is mute.

| Hesper, the dragon, and sisters three,
If ye sing not, if ye make false measure, Bound about the golden tree.
We shall lose eternal pleasure,
Worth eternal want of rest.

Laugh not loudly : watch the treasure
Of the wisdom of the West.

Father Hesper, Father Hesper, watch, In a corner wisdom whispers. Five and watch, night and day, three

Lest the old wound of the world be healed, (Let it not be preached abroad) make an The glory unsealéd, awful mystery.

| The golden apple stolen away, For the blossom unto threefold music And the ancient secret revealed. bloweth;

Look from west to east along : Evermore it is born anew;

Father, old Himala weakens, Caucasus And the sap to threefold music floweth, is bold and strong. From the root

Wandering waters unto wandering waters Drawn in the dark,

call; Up to the fruit,

Let them clash together, foam and fall. Creeping under the fragrant bark, Out of watchings, out of wiles, Liquid gold, honeysweet, thro' and thro'. Comes the bliss of secret smiles. Keen-eyed Sisters, singing airily, All things are not told to all. Looking warily

Half-round the mantling night is drawn, Every way,

Purple fringed with even and dawn, Guard the apple night and day,

Hesper hateth Phosphor, evening hateth Lest one from the East come and take it

mor. away.

iv. II.

Every flower and every fruit the redolent Father Hesper, Father Hesper, watch, breath watch, ever and aye,

Of this warm sea-wind ripeneth, Looking under silver hair with a silver Arching the billow in his sleep; . eye.

But the land-wind wandereth, Father, twinkle not thy steadfast sight; Broken by the highland-steep, kingdoms lapse, and climates change, , Two streams upon the violet deep ; and races die;

For the western sun and the western star, llonor comes with mystery ;

And the low west-wind, breathing afar,
Horde wisdom brings delight. The end of day and beginning of night
Number, tell them over and number | Make the apple holy and bright;
How many the mystic fruit-tree holds Holy and bright, round and full, bright
Lest the red-combed dragon slumber
Rolled together in purple folds.

Mellowed in a land of rest;
Look to him, father, lest he wink, and Watch it warily day and night;

the golden apple be stol'n away, All good things are in the west. For his ancient heart is drunk with over- Till mid noon the cool east light

watchings night and day, | Is shut out by the tall hillbrow ;

and blest,

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