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FAME, like a wayward girl, will still be

соу To those who woo her with too slavish

knees, But makes surrender to some thought

less boy, And dotes the more upon a heart at ease; She is a Gipsy, - will not speak to those Who have not learnt to be content with

out her ; A Jilt, whose ear was never whisper'd

close, Who thinks they scandal her who talk

about her ; A very Gipsy is she, Nilus-born, Sister-in-law to jealous Potiphar ; Ye love-sick Bards ! repay her scorn for

scorn ; Ye Artists lovelorn! madmen that ye

are ! Make your best bow to her and bid adieu, Then, if she likes it, she will follow you.

O SOFT embalmer of the still midnight, Shutting with careful fingers and

benign, Our gloom-pleased eyes, embowered

from the light, Enshaded in forgetfulness divine : O soothest Sleep! if so it please thee,

close, In midst of this thine hymn, my willing

eyes, Or wait the amen, ere thy poppy throws Around my bed its lulling charities ; Then save me, or the passed day will

shine Upon my pillow, breeding many woes, Save me from curious conscience, that

still lords Its strength for darkness, burrowing like

a mole; Turn the key deftly in the oiléd wards, And seal the hushéd casket of my soul.

1819. 1848.


How fever'd is the man, who cannot

look Upon his mortal days with temperate

blood, Who vexes all the leaves of his life's book, And robs his fair name of its maiden

hood; It is as if the rose should pluck herself, Or the ripe plum finger its misty bloom, As if a Naiad, like a meddling elf, Should darken her pure grot with muddy

gloom : But the rose leaves herself upon the briar, For winds to kiss and grateful bee

feed, And the ripe plum still wears its dim

attire, The undisturbed lake has crystal space ; Why then should man, teasing the world

for grace, Spoil his salvation for a fierce miscreed ?

1819. 1818.


STEADFAST AS THOU ART BRIGHT star! would I were steadfast as

thou artNot in lone splendor hung aloft the

night, And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike

task Of pure ablution round earth's human

shiores, Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask Of snow upon the inountains and the



No-yet still steadfast, still unchange

able, Pillow'l upon my fair love's ripening

breast, To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken

breath, And so live ever- or else swoon to death.

September, 1820. February, 1840.




Works, 8 volumes, Chapman & Hall, London, 1874-76. Works, 10 vol. umes, edited by C. G. Crump, The Macmillan Co. Poems, Dialogues in Verse, and Epigrams, 2 volumes, edited by C. G. Crump, the Macmillan Co. Letters and other unpublished Writings, edited by S. Wheeler, London, 1897. Letters, Private and Public, edited by S. Wheeler, London, 1899. Selections from Landor, edited by Sidney Colvin (Golden Treasury Series).

BIOGRAPHY * FORSTER (John), W. S. Landor: A Biography, 2 volumes, 1869; also (abridged) as Vol. I. of Works, 1874. * Colvin (Sidney), Landor (English Men of Letters Series).

REMINISCENCES AND EARLY CRITICISM ROBINSON (II. C.), Diary, Vol. II, Chap. XII, etc. MITFORD (M. R.), Recollections of a Literary Life. BROWNING (Elizabeth Barrett), in Horne's New Spirit of the Age. EMERSON, Natural Iristory of Intellect. De QUINCEY, Masson's edition, Vol. XI. DUFFY (C. Gavan), Conversations with Carlyle. Hunt (Leigh), Lord Byron and his Contemporaries. Bless. INGTON (Marguerite), The Idler in Italy. MADDEN (R. R.), The Literary Life and Correspondence of the Countess of Blessington. See also the Letters of Elizabeth Barrett Browning.

LATER CRITICISM * BOYNTON (H. W.), Poetry of Landor, in the Atlantic Monthly, Vol. 90, page 126, July, 1902. * Colvin (Sidney), Preface to the volume of Selections in the Golden Treasury Series. * DOWDEX (Edward), Studies in Literature. EVANS (E. W.), A Study of Landor, HENLEY (W. E.), Views and Reviews. LEE (Vernon), Studies in Literary Psychology: The Rhetoric of Landor, in the Contemporary Review, Vol. 84, Page 856, 1903. LOWELL (J. R.), Latest Literary Essays and Addresses. OLIPIANT (Margaret), Victorian Age of English Literature. SAINTSBURY (George), Essays in English Literature, Second Series. Scudder (H. E.), Men and

SCUDDER Letters: Landor as a Classic. * STEDMAN (E. C.), Victorian Poets. STEPHEN (Leslie), Hlours in a Library, Vol. II. * SWINBURNE, Miscellanies.

* WOODBERRY (G. E.), Studies in Letters and Life. Brooks (S. W.), English Poets. DE VERE (Aubrey), Essays, chiefly on Poetry, Vol. II. DEVEY (J.), Comparative Estimate of Modern English Poets. Dixon (W. M.), English Poetry. DOWDEN (Edward), French Revolution and English Literature. NENCIONI (E.), Letteratura inglese: Colvin, Biografia di Landor. PAYNE (W. M.), Greater English Poets of the Nineteenth Century, 1907. SYMONS (A.), The Poetry of Landor; in the Atlantic, June, 1906. SYMONS (A.), The Romantic Movement in English Poetry, 1909. WHITING (L.), The Florence of Landor, 1905.


** WATSON (W.), Landor's Hellenics. JAPP (A. H.), Landor, in Stedman's Victorian Anthology. ** SWINBURNE, Poems and Ballads, First Series: In Memory of Walter Savage Landor. * SWINBURNE, Studies in Song: Song for the Centenary of Walter Savage Landor.


WHEELER (S.), in Letters and Other Unpublished Writings of Landor.




Nor shield immense nor coat of massive

mail, BOOK I

But that upon their towering heads they

bore THE INVASION. THE MEETING OF GEBIR Each a huge stone, refulgent as the stars.

AND CHAROBA. THE LOVES OF TA- This told she Dalica, then cried aloud, MAR AND THE SEA-NYMPH. THE SEA- "If on your bosom laying down my head THE WRESTLING-MATCH.

I sobb’d away the sorrows of a child,

If I have always, and Heav'n knows I I SING the fates of Gebir. He had

have, dwelt

Next to a mother's held a nurse's name, Among those mountain-caverns which Succor this one distress, recall those retain

days, His labors yet, vast halls and flowing. Love me, tho' 'twere because you lov'd wells,

me then.” Nor have forgotten their old master's But whether confident in magic rites

Or touched with sexual pride to stand Though sever'd from his people : here,

implor'd, incensed

Dalica smiled, then spake: “Away By meditating on prirjeval wrongs,

those fears, He blew his battle-horn, at which uprose Though stronger than the strongest of Whole nations ; here, ten thousand of

his kind, most might

He falls ; on me devolve that charge ; He callid aloud; and soon Charoba saw

he falls. His dark helın hover o'er the land of Rather than fly him, stoop thou to alNile.

lure; What should the virgin do? should Nay, journey to his tents. A city stood royal knees

Upon that coast, they say, by Sidad Bend suppliant? or defenceless hands


Iground engage

Whose father Gad built Gadir ; on this Men of gigantic force, gigantic arms? Perhaps he sees an ample room for war. For 'twas reported that nor sworú suf- Persuade him to restore the walls himficed,



In honor of his ancestors, persuade
But wherefore this advice? young, un-

Charoba want persuasions !

and a



“O Dalica!” the shuddering maid

exclaim'd, “Could I encounter that fierce frightful

man ? Could I speak ? no, nor sigh.” “And

canst thou reign ?” Cried Dalica ; “ Yield empire or com

ply.” Unfixed, though seeming fixed, her

eyes downcast, The wonted buzz and bustle of the court From far through sculptured galleries

met her ear; Then lifting up her head, the evening Pour'd a fresh splendor on her burnished

throne : The fair Charoba, the young queen, com

plied. But Gebir, when he heard of her ap

proach, Laid by his orbed shield ; his vizor-helm, His buckler and his corslet he laid by, And bade that none attend him : at his

side Two faithful dogs that urge the silent

course, Shaggy, deep-chested, crouched; the

crocodile, Crying, oft made them raise their flaccid

Bending, he kissed her garment, and

retired. He went, nor slumber'd in the sultry

noon, When viands, couches, generous wines,

persuade, And slumber most refreshes; nor at night, When heavy dews are laden with disease; And blindness waits not there for linger

ing age. Ere morning dawn'd behind him, he

arrived At those rich meadows where young

Tamar fed The royal flocks entrusted to his care. * Now," said he to himself,“ will I repose At least this burthen on a brother's

breast," His brother stood before him:he, amazed, Rear'd suddenly his head, and thus began. “ Is it thou, brother! Tamar, is it thou ! Why, standing on the valley's utmost

verge, Lookest thou on that dull and dreary

shore Where beyond sight Nile blackens all

the sand? And why that sadness? When I past our

sheep The dew-drops were not shaken off the

bar, Therefore if one be wanting, 'tis untold." “ Yes, one is wanting, nor is that

untold," Said Tamar ; "and this dull and dreary

shore Is neither dull nor dreary at all hours.” Whereon the tear stole silent down his

cheek, Silent, but not by Gebir unobserv'd : Wondering he gazed awhile, and pitying

spake. "Let me approach thee; does the morn

ing light Scatter this wan suffusion o'er thy brow, This faint blue lustre under both thine

eyes?" “O brother, is this pity or reproach ?" Cried Tamar, “ cruel if it be reproach, If pity, O how vain !” “Whate'er it be That grieves thee, I will pity, thou but

speak, And I can tell thee, Tamar, pang for

pang." “ Gebir! then more than brothers are

we now ! Everything (take my hand) will I confess. I neither feed the Aock nor watch the


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I was rejoiced to hear it, and contrived How to keep up contention : could I fail By pressing not too strongly, yet to

press? “Whether a shepherd, as indeed you

seem, Or whether of the hardier race you boast, I am not daunted ; no; I will engage.' “But first,” said she, “what wager will

you lay?" "A sheep," I answerel: "add whate'or


you will."


How can I, lost in love? But, Gebir, why That anger which has risen to your

cheek? Can other men ? could you? what, no

reply! And still more anger, and still worse

conceal'd! Are these your promises ? your pity

this?" * Tamar, I well may pity what I feelMark me aright-I feel for thee

proceedRelate me all." "Then will I all relate," Said the young shepherd, gladden'd

from his heart. “ 'Twas evening, though not sunset, and

the tide Level with these green meadows, seem'd

yet higher : 'Twas pleasant; and I loosen'd from my

neck The pipe you gave me, and began to play. O that I ne'er had learnt the tuneful art ! It always brings us enemies or love. Well, I was playing, when above the Some swimmer's head methought I saw

ascend; I, sitting still, survey'd it, with my pipe Awkwardly held before my lips half

closed, Gebir ! it was a Nymph! a Nymph

divine ! I cannot wait describing how she came, How I was sitting, how she first assum'd The sailor ; of what happen'd there re

mains Enough to say, and too much to forget. The sweet deceiver stepped upon this

bank Before I was aware; for with surprise Moments fly rapid as with love itself. Stooping to tune afresh the hoarsen'd

reed, I heard a rustling, and where that arose My glance first lighted on her nimble

feet. Her feet resembled those long shells

explored By him who to befriend his steed's dim

sight Would blow the pungent powder in the

eye. Her eyes too! O immortal Gods! her

eyes Resembled—what could they resemble ?

what Ever resemble those ? Even her attire Was not of wonted woof nor vulgar art:


I can not,” she replied, “ make that

return : Our hided vessels in their pitchy round Seldom, unless from rapine, hold a sheep, But I have sinuous shells of pearly liue Within, and they that lustre have im

bibed In the sun's palace-porch, where when

unyoked His chariot-wheel stands midway in the Shake one and it awakens, t'en apply Its polisht lips to your attentive ear, And it remembers its august abodes, And murmurs as the ocean murmurs

there. And I have others given me by the

nymphs, of sweeter sound than any pipe you

have; But we, by Neptune! for no pipe con

tend, This time a sheep I win, a pipe the next." Now came she forward eager to engage, But first her dress, her bosom then sur

vey'd, And heav'd it, doubting if she could

deceive. Her bosom seem'd, inclos'd in haze like

heav'n, To baffle touch, and rose forth unde

fined : Above her knee she drew the robe suc

cinct, Above her breast, and just below her

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