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And they mann'd the Revenge with a swarthier alien crew,
And a wave like the wave that is raised by an earthquake grew, Till it smote on their hulls and their sails and their masts and their flags,
And the whole sea plunged and fell on the shot-shatter'd navy of Spain,
And the little Revenge herself went down by the island crags To be lost evermore in the main.
Written at the request of the Mantuans for the nineteenth centenary of Virgil's death.
Roman Virgil, thou that singest
Ilion's lofty temples robed in fire,
Ilion falling, Rome arising,
wars, and filial faith, and Dido's pyre;
Landscape-lover, lord of language
more than he that sang the Works and Days, All the chosen coin of fancy
flashing out from many a golden phrase;
Thou that singest wheat and woodland,
tilth and vineyard, hive and horse and herd; All the charm of all the Muses
often flowering in a lonely word;
Poet of the happy Tityrus
Poet of the poet-satyr
piping underneath his beechen bowers;
whom the laughing shepherd bound with flowers;
Chanter of the Pollio, glorying
in the blissful years again to be, Summers of the snakeless meadow, unlaborious earth and oarless sea;
Thou that seest Universal
Nature moved by Universal Mind; Thou majestic in thy sadness
at the doubtful doom of human kind;
Light among the vanish'd ages;
star that gildest yet this phantom shore; Golden branch amid the shadows,
kings and realms that pass to rise no more;
Now thy Forum roars no longer,
fallen every purple Cæsar's domeTho' thine ocean-roll of rhythm
sound for ever of Imperial Rome
Now the Rome of slaves hath perish'd,
and the Rome of freemen holds her place, I, from out the Northern Island
sunder'd once from all the human race,
I salute thee, Mantovano,
I that loved thee since my day began, Wielder of the stateliest measure
ever moulded by the lips of man.
[From Akbar's Dream.]
Once again thou flamest heavenward, once again we see thee rise. Every morning is thy birthday gladdening human hearts and eyes. Every morning here we greet it, bowing lowly down before
Thee the Godlike, thee the changeless, in thine ever-changing skies.
Shadow-maker, shadow-slayer, arrowing light from clime to clime, Hear thy myriad laureates hail thee monarch in their woodland rhyme.
Warble bird, and open flower, and, men, below the dome of
Kneel adoring Him the Timeless in the flame that measures Time!
GOD AND THE UNIVERSE.
Will my tiny spark of being wholly vanish in your deeps and heights?
Must my day be dark by reason, O ye Heavens, of your boundless nights,
Rush of Suns, and roll of systems, and your fiery clash of meteorites?
'Spirit, nearing yon dark portal at the limit of thy human state, Fear not thou the hidden purpose of that Power which alone is
Nor the myriad world, His shadow, nor the silent Opener of the
CROSSING THE BAR.
Sunset and evening star,
And may there be no moaning of the bar, ¦
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
then feir mockit syllabe nich
Nor Sheir acht
Fule, is tota
INDEX I. AUTHORS AND EDITORS.
repeating the sam
"then feir nochit
Margaret L. Woods.
W. E. Henley.
J. A. Symonds.
Sir Henry Taylor.
E. J. Payne.
Prof. E. Dowden.
Walter H. Pater.
Algernon Charles Swinburne.