53. Adeline I.
Mystery of mysteries,
Faintly smiling Adeline,
54. Forlorn I.
'He is fled--I wish him dead--
He that wrought my ruin--
55. The Flight Are you sleeping? have you forgotten? do not sleep, my sister dear!
How can you sleep? the morning brings the day I hate and fear;
The cock has crow'd already once, he crows before his time;
56. Riflemen Form! There is a sound of thunder afar,
Storm in the South that darkens the day!
Storm of battle and thunder of war!
57. Helen's Tower Helen's tower, here I stand,
Dominant over sea and land.
Son's love built me, and I hold
58. The Wreck Hide me, Mother! my Fathers belong'd to the church of old,
I am driven by storm and sin and death to the ancient fold,
I cling to the Catholic Cross once more, to the Faith that saves,
59. The Death Of Oenone OEnone sat within the cave from out
Whose ivy-matted mouth she used to gaze
Down at the Troad; but the goodly view
60. Northern Farmer (new Style) I.
DOSN'T thou 'ear my 'erse's legs, as they canters awaäy?
Proputty, proputty, proputty--that's what I 'ears 'em saäy.
61. St. Telemachus Had the fierce ashes of some fiery peak
Been hurl'd so high they ranged about the globe?
For day by day, thro' many a blood-red eve,
62. Prefatory Sonnet Those that of late had fleeted far and fast
To touch all shores, now leaving to the skill
Of others their old craft seaworthy still,
63. To Dante King, that hast reign'd six hundred years, and grown
In power, and ever growest, since thine own
Fair Florence honouring thy nativity,
94. In Quantity On Translations of Homer
Hexameters acrd Pentameters.
95. The Roses On The Terrace Rose, on this terrace fifty years ago,
When I was in my June, you in your May,
Two words, 'My Rose,' set all your face aglow,
96. The Spinster's Sweet-arts 1
Milk for my sweet-arts, Bess! fur it mun be the time about now
When dolly cooms in fro' the far-end close wi' her paäils fro' the cow.
97. The Sea-fairies Slow sail'd the weary mariners and saw,
Betwixt the green brink and the running foam,
Sweet faces, rounded arms, and bosoms prest
98. Poets And Critics This thing, that thing is the rage,
Helter-skelter runs the age;
Minds on this round earth of ours
99. The Window ON THE HILL.
The lights and shadows fly!
100. Northern Farmer (old Style) Wheer 'asta beän saw long and meä liggin' 'ere aloän?
Noorse? thoort nowt o' a noorse: whoy, doctor's abeän an' agoän:
Says that I moänt 'a naw moor aäle: but I beänt a fool: