103. Tiresias I wish I were as in the years of old
While yet the blessed daylight made itself
Ruddy thro' both the roofs of sight, and woke
104. To One Who Ran Down The English You make our faults too gross, and thence maintain
Our darker future. May your fears be vain!
At times the small black fly upon the pane
105. Walking To The Mail John. I'm glad I walk'd. How fresh the meadows look
Above the river, and, but a month ago,
The whole hill-side was redder than a fox.
106. Margaret I.
O sweet pale Margaret,
O rare pale Margaret,
107. Happy I.
Why wail you, pretty plover? and what is it that you fear?
Is he sick your mate like mine? have you lost him, is he fled?
108. The Ring Miriam (singing).
Mellow moon of heaven.
Bright in blue,
109. The Village Wife 'Ouse-keeper sent tha my lass, fur New Squire coom'd last night.
Butter an' heggs--yis--yis. I'll goä wi' tha back: all right;
Butter I warrants be prime, an' I warrants the heggs be as well,
110. Sir John Franklin Not here! the white North has thy bones; and thou,
Art passing on thine happier voyage now
111. Owd Roä(1) NAÄY, noä mander (2) o' use to be callin' 'im Roä, Roä, Roä,
Fur the dog's stoän-deaf, an' e's blind, 'e can naither Stan' nor goä.
112. Romney's Remorse 'BEAT, little heart--I give you this and this'
Who are you? What! the Lady Hamilton?
Good, I am never weary painting you.
113. The Sisters (1880) They have left the doors ajar; and by their clash,
And prelude on the keys, I know the song,
Their favourite--which I call 'The Tables Turned.'
114. Love And Duty Of love that never found his earthly close,
What sequel? Streaming eyes and breaking hearts?
Or all the same as if he had not been?
115. The Spiteful Letter Here, it is here, the close of the year,
And with it a spiteful letter.
My name in song has done him much wrong,
127. The Silent Voices When the dumb Hour, clothed in black,
Brings the Dreams about my bed,
Call me not so often back,
128. To Princess Frederica On Her Marriage O you that were eyes and light to the King till he past away
From the darkness of life--
He saw not his daughter--he blest her: the blind King sees you to-day,
129. The Voyage Of Maeldune I.
I WAS the chief of the race--he had stricken my father dead--
But I gather'd my fellows together, I swore I would strike off his head.
130. The Poet The poet in a golden clime was born,
With golden stars above;
Dower'd with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn,
131. The Golden Year Well, you shall have that song which Leonard wrote:
It was last summer on a tour in Wales:
Old James was with me: we that day had been
133. The Walk At Midnight Soft, shadowy moon-beam! by the light
Sleeps the wide meer serenely pale:
How various are the sounds of night,
134. The May Queen You must wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear;
To-morrow 'ill be the happiest time of all the glad New-year;
Of all the glad New-year, mother, the maddest merriest day,
I have forgotten the words,
and therefore I shall not conceive
of a mysterious salvation, I shall
not become a tall lily and bloom
into blue and white. Then what
oracular event shall appear on
my doorstep? What announcement
shall crowd me to a corner,
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