{"1": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2928", "width": "1900", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "LIBRARY OF CONGRESS.\\nChap. Copyright No,. _.i_L\\n8helf___13(lQn\\nUNITED STATES OF AMERICA.", "height": "2804", "width": "1747", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2814", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2865", "width": "1798", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "c 1^003", "height": "2814", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "TWssi,\\n42899\\nLibwiry Of Con^\\nWO Copies Received\\nSEP 4 1900\\nC\u00c2\u00abpynglit \u00c2\u00abitry\\nSECOND copy;\\nOti iVer^f to\\nOROt\u00c2\u00ab DIVISION,\\nSEP 8 1900\\nCOHVKK.HT, 1000, BV W. P.. CONKEY COMPANY.\\n7.", "height": "2804", "width": "1777", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS.\\nPAGE,\\nIn Memoriam 5\\nThe Lover s Tale 1 19\\nBallads and other Poems.\\nDedication 175\\nThe First Quarrel 1 77\\nRizpah 184\\nThe Northern Cobbler 191\\nThe Revenge: a Ballad of the Fleet 200\\nThe Sisters 208\\nThe Village Wife or, the Entail 219\\nIn the Children s Hospital Emmie 228\\nDedicatory Poem to the Princess Alice 233\\nThe Defense of Lucknow 234\\nSir John Oldcastle, Lord Cobham 241\\nColumbus 250\\nThe Voyage of Maeldune 260", "height": "2814", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2804", "width": "1747", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "IN MEMORIAM A. H. H,\\nOBIIT MDCCCXXXIII.\\nStrong Son of God, immortal Love,\\nWhom we, that have not seen thy face,\\nBy faith, and faith alone, embrace,\\nBelieving where we cannot prove\\nThine are these orbs of light and shade\\nThou madest Life in man and brute\\nThou madest Death and lo, thy foot\\nIs on the skull which thou hast made.\\nThou wilt not leave us in the dust\\nThou madest man, he knows not why,\\nHe thinks he was not made to die\\nAnd thou hast made him thou art just.\\nThou seemest human and divine,\\nThe highest, holiest manhood, thou:\\nOur wills are ours, we know not how;\\nOur wills are ours, to make them thine.\\nOur little systems have their day\\nThey have their day and cease to be:\\nThey are but broken lights of thee,\\nAnd thou, O Lord, art more than they.\\n5", "height": "2814", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "6 IN MEMORIAM.\\nWe have but faith: we cannot know;\\nFor knowledge is of things we see\\nAnd yet we trust it comes from thee,\\nA beam in darkness: let it grow.\\nLet knowledge grow from more to more,\\nBut more of reverence in us dwell\\nThat mind and soul, according well,\\nMay make one music as before,\\nBut vaster. We are fools and slight\\nWe mock thee when we do not fear:\\nBut help thy foolish ones to bear;\\nHelp thy vain worlds to bear thy light.\\nForgive what seem d my sin in me;\\nWhat seem d my worth since I began;\\nFor merit lives from man to man,\\nAnd not from man, O Lord, to thee.\\nForgive my grief for one removed,\\nThy creature, whom I found so fair.\\nI trust he lives in thee, and there\\nI find him worthier to be loved.\\nForgive these wild and wandering cries,\\nConfusions of a wasted youth\\nForgive them where they fail in truth\\nAnd in thy wisdom make me wise.\\nL\\nI held it truth, with him who sings\\nTo one clear harp in divers tones.", "height": "2804", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "IN MEMORIAM.\\nThat men may rise on stepping-stones\\nOf their dead selves to higher things.\\nBut who shall so forecast the years\\nAnd find in loss a gain to match?\\nOr reach a hand thro time to catch\\nThe far-off interest of tears?\\nLet Love clasp Grief lest both be drown d,\\nLet darkness keep her raven gloss\\nAh, sweeter to be drunk with loss,\\nTo dance with death, to beat the ground,\\nThan that the victor Hours should scorn\\nThe long result of love, and boast,\\nBehold the man that loved and lost,\\nBut all he was is overworn.\\nIL\\nOld Yew, which graspest at the stones\\nThat name the under-lying dead,\\nThy fibers net the dreamless head,\\nThy roots are wrapt about the bones.\\nThe seasons bring the flower again,\\nAnd bring the firstling to the flock\\nAnd in the dusk of thee, the clock\\nBeats out the little lives of men.\\nO not for thee the glow, the bloom,\\nWho changest not in any gale.\\nNor branding summer suns avail\\nTo touch thy thousand years of gloom", "height": "2814", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "8 IN MEMORIAM.\\nAnd gazing on thee, sullen tree,\\nSick for thy stubborn hardihood,\\nI seem to fail from out my blood\\nAnd grow incorporate into thee.\\nIII.\\nO Sorrow, cruel fellowship,\\nO Priestess in the vaults of Death,\\nO sweet and bitter in a breath,\\nWhat whispers from thy lying lip?\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2*The stars, she whispers, blindly run;\\nA web is wov n across the sky;\\nFrom out waste places comes a cry,\\nAnd murmurs from the dying sun\\n**And all the phantom, Nature, stands\\nWith all the music in her tone,\\nA hollow echo of my own,\\nA hollow form with emoty hands.\\nAnd shall I take a thing so blind.\\nEmbrace her as my natural good;\\nOr crush her, like a vice of blood,\\nUpon the threshold of the mind?\\nIV.\\nTo Sleep I give my powers away\\nMy will is bondsman to the dark;\\nI sit within a helmless bark.\\nAnd with my heart I muse and say", "height": "2804", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "IN MEMORIAM.\\nO heart, how fares it with thee now,\\nThat thou should st fail from thy desire\\nWho scarcely darest to inquire,\\n**What is it makes me beat so low?\\nSomething it is which thou hast lost,\\nSome pleasure from thine early years.\\nBreak, thou deep vase of chilling tears,\\nThat grief hath shaken into frost\\nSuch clouds of nameless trouble cross\\nAll night below the darken d eyes;\\nWith morning wakes the will, and cries,\\n**Thou shalt not be the fool of loss.\\nV.\\nI sometimes hold it half a sin\\nTo put in words, the grief I feel;\\nFor words, like Nature, half reveal\\nAnd half conceal the Soul within.\\nBut, for the unquiet heart and brain,\\nA use in measured language lies:\\nThe sad mechanic exercise,\\nLike dull narcotics, numbing pain.\\nIn words, like weeds, I ll wrap me o er,\\nLike coarsest clothes against the cold\\nBut that large grief which these enfold\\nIs given in outline and no more.\\n2 In Memoriam", "height": "2814", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "10 IN MEMORIAM.\\nVI.\\nOne writes, that Other friends remain,\\nThat Loss is common to the race\\nAnd common is the commonplace,\\nAnd vacant chaff well meant for grain.\\nThat loss is common would not make\\nMy own less bitter, rather more:\\nToo common! Never morning wore\\nTo evening, but some heart did break.\\nO father, wheresoe er thou be.\\nWho pledgest now thy gallant son\\nA shot, ere half thy draught be done.\\nHath still d the life that beat from thee.\\nO mother, praying God will save\\nThy sailor, while thy head is bow d.\\nHis heavy-shotted hammock-shroud\\nDrops in his vast and wandering grave,\\nYe know no more than I who wrought\\nAt that last hour to please him well;\\nWho mused on all I had to tell.\\nAnd something written something thought;\\nExpecting still his advent home;\\nAnd ever met him on his way\\nWith wishes, thinking, here to-day,\\nOr here to-morrow will he come.\\nO somewhere, meek, unconscious dove,\\nThat sittest ranging golden hair;", "height": "2804", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "IN MEMORIAM. 11\\nAnd glad to find thyself so fair,\\nPoor child, that waitest for thy love\\nFor now her father s chimney glows\\nIn expectation of a guest\\nAnd thinking this will please hfirr Best,**\\nShe takes a riband or a rose;\\nFor he will see them on to-night;\\nAnd with the thought her color burns.\\nAnd, having left the glass, she turns\\nOnce more to set a ringlet right\\nAnd, even when she turn d, the curse\\nHad fallen, and her future Lord\\nWas drown d in passing thro the ford^\\nOr kiird in falling from his horse.\\nO what to her shall be the end?\\nAnd what to me remains of good?\\nTo her, perpetual maidenhood,\\nAnd unto me no second friend.\\nVII.\\nDark house, by which once more I stand\\nHere in the long unlovely street.\\nDoors, where my heart was used to beat\\nSo quickly, waiting for a hand.\\nA hand that can be clasp d no more\\nBehold me, for I cannot sleep.\\nAnd like a guilty thing I creep\\nAt earliest morning to the door.", "height": "2814", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "12 IN MEMORIAM.\\nHe is not here; but far away\\nThe noise of life begins again,\\nAnd ghastly thro the drizzling raia\\nOn the bald street breaks the blank day.\\nVIII.\\nA happy lover who has come\\nTo look on her that loves him well,\\nWho lights and rings the gatev/ay bell,\\nAnd learns her gone and far from home\\nHe saddens, all the magic light\\nDies off at once from bovver and hall.\\nAnd all the place is dark, and all\\nThe chambers emptied of delight:\\nSo find I every pleasant spot\\nIn which Vv e two were wont to meet.\\nThe field, the chamber and the street,\\nFor all is dark where tliou art not.\\nYet as that other, wandering there\\nIn those deserted walks, may find\\nA flower beat with rain and wind,\\nWhich once she foster d up with care;\\nSo seems it in my deep regret,\\nmy forsaken heart, with thee\\nAnd this poor flower of poesy\\nWhich little cared for fades not yet.\\nBut since it pleased a vanish d eye,\\n1 go to plant it on his tomb,", "height": "2804", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "IN ME MORI AM. 13\\nThat if it can it there may bloom,\\nOr dying, there at least may die.\\nIX.\\nFair ship, that from the Italian shore\\nSailest the placid ocean-plains\\nWith my lost Arthur s loved remains,\\nSpread thy full wings, and waft him o er.\\nSo draw him home to those that mourn\\nIn vain a favorable speed\\nRuffle thy mirror s mast, and lead\\nThro prosperous floods his holy urn.\\nAll night no ruder air perplex\\nThy sliding keel, till Phosphor, bright\\nAs our pure love, thro early light\\nShall glimmer on the dewy decks.\\nSphere all your lights around, above\\nSleep, gentle heavens, before the provv^\\nSleep, gentle winds, as he sleeps nov/,\\nMy friend, the brother of my love\\nMy Arthur, whom I shall not see\\nTill all my widow s race be run;\\nDear as the mother to the son.\\nMore than my brothers are to me.\\nX.\\nI hear the noise about thy keel\\nI hear the bell struck in the ni Mit:", "height": "2814", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "14 IN MEMORIAM.\\nI see the cabin- window bright\\nI see the sailor at the wheel.\\nThou bring st the sailor to his wife,\\nAnd travel d men from foreign lands;\\nAnd letters unto trembling hands;\\nAnd, thy dark freight, a vanish d life.\\nSo bring him: we have idle dreams:\\nThis look of quiet flatters thus\\nOur home-bred fancies: O to us,\\nThe fools of habit, sweeter seems\\nTo rest beneath the clover sod,\\nThat takes the sunshine and the rains^\\nOr where the kneeling hamlet drains\\nThe chalice of the grapes of God\\nThan if with thee the roaring wells\\nShould gulf him fathom-deep in brine\\nAnd hands so often clasp d in mine,\\nShould toss with tangle and with shells.\\nXL\\nGalm is the morn without a sound.\\nCalm as to suit a calmer grief,\\nAnd only thro the faded leaf\\nThe chestnut pattering to the ground:\\nCalm and deep peace on this high wold.\\nAnd on these dews that drench the furze,\\nAnd all the silvery gossamers\\nThat twinkle into green and gold:", "height": "2804", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "IN MEMORIAM. 15\\nCalm and still light on yon great plain\\nThat sweeps with all its autumn bowers,\\nAnd crowded farms and lessening towers,\\nTo mingle with the bounding main\\nCalm and deep peace in this wide air.\\nThese leaves that redden to the fall;\\nAnd in my heart, if calm at all,\\nIf any calm, a calm despair:\\nCalm on the seas, and silver sleep,\\nAnd waves that sway themselves in rest,\\nAnd dead calm in that noble breast\\nWhich heaves but with the heaving deep.\\nXII.\\nLo, as a dove when up she springs\\nTo bear thro Heaven a tale of woe,\\nSome dolorous message knit below\\nThe wild pulsation of her wings;\\nLike her I go I cannot stay\\nI leave this mortal ark behind,\\nA weight of nerves without a mind,\\nAnd leave the cliffs, and haste away\\nO er ocean-mirrors rounded large,\\nAnd reach the glow of southern skies,\\nAnd see the sails at distance rise.\\nAnd linger weeping on the marge,\\nAnd saying: Comes he thus, my friend?\\nIs this the end of all my care?", "height": "2814", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "16 IN ME MORI AM.\\nAnd ciixle moaning- in the air:\\nIs this the end? Is this the end?\\nAnd forward dart again, and play\\nAbout the prow, and back return\\nTo where the body sits, and learn\\nThat I have been an hour away.\\nXIII.\\nTears of the widower, when he sees\\nA late-lost form that sleep reveals,\\nAnd moves his doubtful arms, and feels\\nHer place is empty, fall like these\\nWhich weep a loss forever new,\\nA void where heart on heart reposed\\nAnd, where warm hands have prest and\\nclosed.\\nSilence, till I be silent too.\\nWhich weep the comrade of my choice,\\nAn awful thought, a life removed,\\nThe human -hearted man I loved,\\nA spirit, not a breathing voice.\\nCome Time, and teach me, many years,\\nI do not suffer in a dream;\\nFor now so strange do these things seem,\\nMine eyes have leisure for their tears;\\nMy fancies time to rise on wing,\\nAnd glance about the approaching sails,\\nAs tho they brought but merchants bales,\\nAnd not the burthen that they bring.", "height": "2804", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "IN MEMORIAM. 17\\nXIV.\\nIf one should bring me this report,\\nThat thou hadst touch d the land to-day,\\nAnd I went down unto the quay.\\nAnd found tHee lying in the port;\\nAnd standing, muffled round with woe,\\nShould see thy passengers in rank\\nCome stepping lightly down the plank,\\nAnd beckoning unto those they know\\nAnd if along with these should come\\nThe man I held as half-divine\\nShould strike a sudden hand in mine.\\nAnd ask a thousand things of home;\\nAnd I should tell him all my pain,\\nAnd how my life had droop d of late\\nAnd he should sorrow o er my state\\nAnd marvel what possessed my brain;\\nAnd I perceived no touch of change.\\nNo hint of death in all his frame,\\nBut found him all in all the same,\\nI should not feel it to be stransfe.\\nXV.\\nTo-night the winds begin to rise\\nAnd roar from yonder dropping day:\\nThe last red leaf is whirl d awa}^\\nThe rooks are blown about the skies;", "height": "2814", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "18 IN MEMORIAM.\\nThe forest crack d, the waters curl d,\\nThe cattle huddled on the lea;\\nAnd wildly dash d on tower and tree\\nThe sunbeam strikes along the world\\nAnd but for fancies, which aver\\nThat all thy motions gently pass\\nAthwart a plan of molten glass,\\nI scarce could brook the strain and stir\\nThat makes the barren branches loud\\nAnd but for fear it is not so.\\nThe wild unrest that lives in woe\\nWould dote and pore on yonder cloud\\nThat rises upward always higher,\\nAnd onward drags a laboring breast,\\nAnd topples round the dreary west,\\nA looming bastion fringed with fire.\\nXVI.\\nWhat words are these have fall n from me?\\nCan calm despair and wild unrest\\nBe tenants of a single breast.\\nOr sorrow such a changeling be?\\nOr doth she only seem to take\\nThe touch of change in calm or storm\\nBut knows no more of transient form\\nIn her deep self, than some dead lake\\nThat holds the shadow of a lark\\nHung in the shadow of a heaven?", "height": "2804", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "IN MEMORIAM. 19\\nOr has the shock, so harshly given,\\nConfused me like the unhappy bark\\nThat strikes by night a craggy shelf.\\nAnd staggers blindly ere she sink?\\nAnd stunn d me from my power to think\\nAnd all my knowledge of myself;\\nAnd made me that delirious man\\nWhose fancy fuses old and new,\\nAnd flashes into false and true.\\nAnd mingles all without a plan?\\nXVII.\\nThou comest, much wept for such a breeze\\nCompell d thy canvas, and my prayer\\nWas as the whisper of an air\\nTo breathe thee over lonely seas.\\nFor I in spirit saw thee move\\nThro circles of the bounding sky.\\nWeek after week the days go by\\nCome quick, thou bringest all I love.\\nHenceforth, wherever thou may st roam,\\nMy blessing, like a line of light.\\nIs on the waters day and night,\\nAnd like a beacon guards thee home.\\nSo may whatever tempest mars\\nMid-ocean, spare thee, sacred bark;\\nAnd balmy drops in summer dark\\nSlide from the bosom of the stars.", "height": "2814", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "20 IN MEMORIAM.\\nSo kind an office hath been done,\\nSuch precious relics brought by thee\\nThe dust of him I shall not see\\nTill all my widow d race be run.\\nXVIII.\\nTis well; tis something; we may stand\\nWhere he in English earth is laid,\\nAnd from his ashes may be made\\nThe violet of his native land.\\nTis little; but it looks in truth\\nAs if the quiet bones were blest\\nAmong familiar names to rest\\nAnd in the places of his youth.\\nCome then, pure hands, and bear the head\\nThat sleeps or wears the mask of sleep,\\nAnd come, whatever loves t\u00c2\u00a9 weep,\\nAnd hear the ritual of the dead.\\nAh yet, ev n yet, if this might be,\\nI, falling on his faithful heart.\\nWould breathing thro his lips impart\\nThe life that almost dies in me;\\nThat dies not, but endures with pain,\\nAnd slowly forms the firmer mind,\\nTreasuring the look it cannot find,\\nThe words that are not heard again", "height": "2804", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "IN MEMORIAM. 21\\nXIX.\\nThe Danube to the Severn gave\\nThe darken d heart that beat no more;\\nThey laid him by the pleasant shore,\\nAnd in the hearing of the wave.\\nThere twice a day the Severn fills\\nThe salt sea- water passes by,\\nAnd hushes half the babbling Wye,\\nAnd makes a silence in the hills.\\nThe Wye is hush d nor moved along,\\nAnd hush d my deepest grief of all,\\nWhen fiU d with tears that cannot fall,\\nI brim with sorrow drowning song.\\nThe tide flows down, the wave again\\nIs vocal in its wooded walls;\\nMy deeper anguish also falls,\\nAnd I can speak a little then.\\nXX.\\nThe lesser griefs that may be said,\\nThat breathe a thousand tender vows,\\nAre but as servants in a house\\nWhere lies the master newly dead;\\nWho speak their feeling as it is.\\nAnd weep the fulness from the mind:\\nIt will be hard, they say, to find\\nAnother service such as this.", "height": "2814", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "22 IN MEMORIAM.\\nMy lighter moods are like to these,\\nThat out of words a comfort win\\nBut there are other griefs within,\\nAnd tears that at their fountain freeze\\nFor by the hearth the children sit\\nCold in that atmosphere of Death,\\nAnd scarce endure to draw the breath,\\nOr like to noiseless phantoms flit:\\nBut open converse is there none,\\nSo much the vital spirits sink\\nTo see the vacant chair and think,\\nHow good! how kind! and he is gone.\\nXXI.\\nI sing to him that rests below.\\nAnd, since the grasses round me wave,\\nI take the grasses of the grave,\\nAnd make them pipes whereon to blow.\\nThe traveler hears me now and then.\\nAnd sometimes harshly will he speak\\nThis fellow would make weakness weak,\\nAnd melt the waxen hearts of men.\\nAnother answers, Let him be,\\nHe loves to make parade of pain\\nThat with his piping he may gain\\nThe praise that comes to constancy.", "height": "2804", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "IN MEMORIAM. 23\\nA third is wroth: Is this an hour\\nFor private sorrow s barren song\\nWhen more and more the people throng\\nThe chairs and thrones of civil power?\\nA time to sicken and to swoon,\\nWhen Science reaches forth her arms\\nTo feel from world to world, and charms\\nHer secret from the latest moon?\\nBehold, ye speak an idle thing:\\nYe never knew the sacred dust:\\nI do but sing because I must,\\nAnd pipe but as the linnets sing\\nAnd one is glad; her note is gay,\\nFor now her little ones have ranged;\\nAnd one is sad; her note is changed,\\nBecause her brood is stol n away.\\nXXII.\\nThe path by which we twain did go,\\nWhich led by tracks that pleased us well,\\nThro four sweet years arose and fell,\\nFrom flower to flower, from snow to snow\\nAnd we with singing cheer d the way.\\nAnd, crown d with all the season lent.\\nFrom April unto April went,\\nAnd glad at heart from May to May:\\nBut where the path we walk d began\\nTo slant the fifth autumnal slope.", "height": "2814", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "24 IN MEMORIAM.\\nAs we descended following Hope,\\nThere sat the Shadow fear d of man;\\nWho broke our fair companionship,\\nAnd spread his mantle dark and cold,\\nAnd wrapt thee formless in the fold,\\nAnd dull d the murmur on thy lip,\\nAnd bore thee where I could not see\\nNor follow, tho I walk in haste,\\nAnd think, that somewhere in the waste\\nThe Shadow sits and waits for me.\\nXXIII.\\nNow, sometimes in my sorrow shut,\\nOr breaking into song by fits.\\nAlone, alone, to where he sits,\\nThe Shadow cloak d from head to foot,\\nWho keeps the keys of all the creeds,\\nI wander, often falling lame.\\nAnd looking back to whence I came,\\nOr on to where the pathway leads\\nAnd crying, How changed from where it ran\\nThro lands where not a leaf was dumb;\\nBut all the lavish hills would hum\\nThe murmur of a happy Pan\\nWhen each by turns was guide to each.\\nAnd Fancy light from Fancy caught,\\nAnd Thought leapt out to wed with\\nThought\\nEre Thought could wed itself with Speech;", "height": "2804", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "IN MEMORIAM. 25\\nAnd all we met was fair and good,\\nAnd all was good that Time could bring,\\nAnd all the secret of the Spring\\nMoved in the chambers of the blood\\nAnd many an old philosophy\\nOn Argive heights divinely sang,\\nAnd round us all the thicket rang\\nTo many a flute of Arcady.\\nXXIV.\\nAnd was the day of my delight\\nAs pure and perfect as I say?\\nThe very source and fount of Day\\nIs dash d with wandering isles of night.\\nIf all was good and fair we met,\\nThis earth had been the Paradise\\nIt never look d to human eyes\\nSince our first Sun arose and set.\\nAnd is it that the haze of grief\\nMakes former gladness loom so great?\\nThe lowness of the present state.\\nThat sets the past in this relief?\\nOr that the past will always win\\nA glory from its being far;\\nAnd orb into the perfect star\\nWe saw not, when we moved therein?", "height": "2814", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "26 IN MEMORIAM.\\nXXV.\\nI know that this was Life, the track\\nWhereon with equal feet we fared;\\nAnd then, as now, the day prepared\\nThe daily burden for the back.\\nBut this it was that made me move\\nAs light as carrier- birds in air;\\nI loved the weight I had to bear,\\nBecause it needed help of Love:\\nNor could I weary, heart or limb,\\nWhen mighty Love would cleave in twain\\nThe lading of a single pain,\\nAnd part it, giving half to him.\\nXXVI.\\nStill onward winds the dreary way;\\nI with it for I long to prove\\nNo lapse of moons can canker Love,\\nWhatever fickle tongues may say.\\nAnd if that eye which watches guilt\\nAnd goodness, and hath power to see\\nWithin the green the moulder d tree,\\nAnd towers fall n as soon as built\\nOh, if indeed that eye foresee\\nOr see (in Him is no before)\\nIn more of life true life no more\\nAnd Love the indifference to be.", "height": "2804", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "IN MEMORIAM. 27\\nThen might T find, ere yet the morn\\nBreaks hither over Indian seas,\\nThat Shadow waiting with the keys,\\nTo shroud me from my proper scorn.\\nXXVII.\\nI envy not in any moods\\nThe captive void of noble rage,\\nThe linnet born within the cage,\\nThat never knew the summer woods:\\nI envy not the beast that takes\\nHis license in the field of time,\\nUnfetter d by the sense of crime,\\nTo whom a conscience never wakes;\\nNor, what may count itself as blest.\\nThe heart that never plighted troth\\nBut stagnates in the weeds of sloth;\\nNor any want-begotten rest.\\nI hold it true, whate er befall;\\nI feel it, when I sorrow most\\nTis better to have loved and lost\\nThan never to have loved at all.\\nXXVIII.\\nThe time draws near the birth of Christ:\\nThe moon is hid; the night is still;\\nThe Christmas bells from hill to hill\\nAnswer each other in the mist.", "height": "2814", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "28 IN MEMORIAM.\\nFour voices of four hamlets round,\\nFrom far and near, on mead and moor,\\nSwell out and fall, as if a door\\nWere shut between me and the sound:\\nEach voice four changes on the wind,\\nThat now dilate, and now decrease,\\nPeace and goodwill, goodwill and peace,\\nPeace and goodwill, to all mankind.\\nThis year I slept and woke with pain,\\nI almost wish d no more to wake.\\nAnd that my hold on life would break\\nBefore I heard those bells again:\\nBut they my troubled spirit rule.\\nFor they controU d me when a boy;\\nThey bring me sorrow touch d with joy,\\nThe merry merry bells of Yule.\\nXXIX.\\nWith such compelling cause to grieve\\nAs daily vexes household peace,\\nAnd chains regret to his decease,\\nHow dare we keep our Christmas- eve;\\nWhich brings no more a welcome guest\\nTo enrich the threshold of the night\\nWith shower d largess of delight\\nIn dance and song and game and jest?\\nYet go, and while the holly boughs\\nEntwine the cold baptismal font,", "height": "2804", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "IN MEMORIAM. 29\\nMake one wreath more for Use and Wont,\\nThat guard the portals of the house;\\nOld sisters of a day gone by,\\nGray nurses, loving nothing new;\\nWhy should they miss their yearly due\\nBefore their Time? They too will die.\\nXXX.\\nWith trembling fingers did we weave\\nThe holly round the Christmas hearth\\nA rainy cloud possess d the earth,\\nAnd sadly fell our Christmas-eve,\\nAt our old pastimes in the hall\\nWe gambol d, making vain pretence\\nOf gladness, with an awful sense\\nOf one mute Shadow watching all.\\nWe paused the winds were in the beech\\nWe heard them sweep the winter land;\\nAnd in a circle hand-in-hand\\nSat silent, looking each at each.\\nThen echo-like our voices rang\\nWe sung, tho every eye was dim,\\nA merry song we sang with him\\nLast year impetuously we sang\\nWe ceased a gentle feeling crept\\nUpon us: surely rest is meet:\\n*They rest, we said, their sleep is\\nsweet,\\nAnd silence follow d and we wept.", "height": "2814", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "30 IN MEMORIAM.\\nOur voices took a higher range\\nOnce more we sang: *They do not die\\nNor lose their mortal sympathy,\\nNor change to us, although they change\\nRapt from the fickle and the frail\\nWith gather d power, yet the same,\\nPierces the keen seraphic flame\\nFrom orb, to orb, from veil to veil.\\nRise, happy morn, rise, holy morn,\\nDraw forth the cheerful day from night\\nO Father, touch the east, and light\\nThe light that shone when Hope was born.\\nXXXI.\\nWhen Lazarus left his charnel-cave,\\nAnd home to Mary s house return d,\\nWas this demanded if he yearn d\\nTo hear her weeping by his grave?\\nWhere wert thou, brother, those four days?\\nThere lives no record of reply,\\nWhich telling what it is to die\\nHad surel}^ added praise to praise.\\nFrom every house the neighbors met,\\nThe streets were fill d with joyful sound,\\nA solemn gladness even crown d\\nThe purple brows of Olivet.\\nBehold a man raised up by Christ\\nThe rest remaineth unreveal d;", "height": "2804", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "IN MEMORIAM. 31\\nHe told it not; or something seal d\\nThe lips of that Evangelist.\\nXXXII.\\nHer eyes are homes of silent prayer,\\nNor other thought her mind admits\\nBut, he was dead, and there he sits,\\nAnd he that brought him back is there.\\nThen one deep love doth supersede\\nAll other, when her ardent gaze\\nRoves from the living brother s face,\\nAnd rests upon the Life indeed.\\nAll subtle thought, all curious fears.\\nBorne down by gladness so complete,\\nShe bows, she bathes the Saviour s feet\\nWith costly spikenard and with tears.\\nThrice blest whose lives are faithful prayers,\\nWhose loves in higher love endure;\\nWhat souls possess themselves so pure,\\nOr is their blessedness like theirs?\\nXXXIII.\\nO thou that after toil and storm\\nMayst seem to have reach d a purer air.\\nWhose faith has center everywhere,\\nNor cares to fix itself to form,\\nLeave thou thy sister when she prays,\\nHer early Heaven, her happy views;", "height": "2814", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "32 IN MEMORIAM.\\nNor thou with shadow d hint confuse\\nA life that leads melodious days.\\nHer faith thro form is pure as thine,\\nHer hands are quicker unto good:\\nOh, sacred be the flesh and blood\\nTo which she links a truth divine!\\nSee thou, that countest reason ripe\\nIn holding by the law within,\\nThou fail not in a world of sin,\\nAnd ev n for want of such a type.\\nXXXIV.\\nMy own dim life should teach me this.\\nThat life shall live for evermore,\\nElse earth is darkness at the core.\\nAnd dust and ashes all that is:\\nThis round of green, this orb of flame,\\nFantastic beauty; such as lurks\\nIn some wild Poet, when he works\\nWithout a conscience or an aim.\\nWhat then were God to such as I?\\nTwere hardly worth my v/hile to choose\\nOf things all mortal, or to use\\nA little patience ere I die\\nTwere best at once to sink to peace,\\nLike birds the charming serpent draws,\\nTo drop head-foremost in the jaws\\nOf vacant darkness and to cease.", "height": "2845", "width": "1690", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "IN MEMORIAM. 33\\nXXXV.\\nYet if some voice that man could trust\\nShould murmur from the narrow house,\\nThe cheeks drop in; the body bows;\\nMan dies: nor is there hope in dust:\\nMight I not say? \u00e2\u0080\u00a2*Yet even here,\\nBut for one hour, O Love, I strive\\nTo keep so sweet a thing alive:\\nBut I should turn mine ears and hear\\nThe meanings of the homeless sea.\\nThe sound of streams that swift or slow\\nDraw down Ionian hills, and sow\\nThe dust of continents to be;\\nAnd Love would answer with a sigh,\\nThe sound of that forgetful shore\\nWill change my sweetness more and more,\\nHalf-dead to know that I shall die.\\nO me, what profits it to put\\nAn idle case? If Death were seen\\nAt first as Death, Love had not been.\\nOr been in narrowest working shut,\\nMere fellowship of sluggish moods.\\nOr in his coarsest Satyr-shape\\nHad bruised the herb and crush d the\\ngrape,\\nAnd bask d and batten d in the woods.\\n3 In Memoriam", "height": "2814", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "34 IN MEMORIAM.\\nXXXVI.\\nTho truths in manhood darkly join,\\nDeep-seated in our mystic frame,\\nWe yield all blessing to the name\\nOf Him that made them current coin;\\nFor Wisdom dealt with mortal powers,\\nWhere truth in closest words shall fail\\nWhen truth embodied in a tale\\nShall enter in at lowly doors.\\nAnd so the Word had breath, and wrought\\nWith human hands the creed of creeds\\nIn loveliness of perfect deeds,\\nMore strong than all poetic thought;\\nWhich he may read that binds the sheaf,\\nOr builds the house, or digs the grave.\\nAnd those wild eyes that watch the wave\\nIn roarings round the coral reef.\\nXXXVII.\\nUrania speaks with darken d brow:\\nThou pratest here where thou art least\\nThis faith has many a purer priest\\nAnd many an abler voice than thou.\\nGo down beside thy native rill.\\nOn thy Parnassus set thy feet.\\nAnd hear thy laurel whisper sweet\\nAbout the ledges of the hill.", "height": "2844", "width": "1696", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "IN MEMORIAM. 35\\nAnd my Melpomene replies,\\nA touch of shame upon her cheek:\\n1 am not worthy ev n to speak\\nOf thy prevailing mysteries\\nFor I am but an earthly Muse,\\nAnd owning but a little art\\nTo lull with song an aching heart,\\nAnd render human love his dues;\\nBut brooding on the dear one dead,\\nAnd all he said of things divine\\n(And dear to me as sacred wine\\nTo dying lips is all he said),\\nI murmur d, as I came along,\\nOf comfort clasp d in truth reveal d\\nAnd loiter d in the master s field,\\nAnd darken d sanctities with 3ong.\\nXXXVIII.\\nWith weary steps I loiter on,\\nTho always under alter d skies\\nThe purple from the distance dies.\\nMy prospect and horizon gone.\\nNo joy the blowing season gives,\\nThe herald melodies of spring,\\nBut in the songs I love to sing\\nA doubtful gleam of solace lives.\\nIf any care for what is here\\nSurvive in spirits render d free,", "height": "2814", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "36 IN MEMORIAM.\\nThen are these songs I sing of thee\\nNot all ungrateful to thine ear.\\nXXXIX.\\nOld warder of these buried bones,\\nAnd answering now my random stroke\\nWitfti fruitful cloud and living smoke,\\nDark yew, that graspest at the stones\\nAnd dippest toward the dreamless head.\\nTo thee too comes the golden hour\\nWhen flower is feeling after flower;\\nBut Sorrow fixt upon the dead,\\nAnd darkening the dark graves of men,\\nWhat whisper d from her lying lips?\\nThy gloom is kindled at the tips,\\nAnd passes into gloom again.\\nXL.\\nCould we forget the widow d hour\\nAnd look on Spirits breathed away.\\nAs on a maiden in the day\\nWhen first she wears her orange-flower!\\nWhen crown d with blessing she doth rise\\nTo take her latest leave of home,\\nAnd hopes and light regrets that come\\nMake April of her tender eyes;\\nAnd doubtful joys the father move.\\nAnd tears are on the mother s face.", "height": "2829", "width": "1651", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "IN MEMORIAM. 37\\nAs parting with a long embrace\\nShe enters other realms of love;\\nHer office there to rear, to teach,\\nBecoming as is meet and fit\\nA link among the days, to knit\\nThe generations each with each\\nAnd, doubtless, unto thee is given\\nA life that bears immortal fruit\\nIn those great offices that suit\\nThe full-grown energies of heaven.\\nAy me, the difference I discern\\nHow often shall her old fireside\\nBe cheer d with tidings of the bride,\\nHow often she herself return,\\nAnd tell them all they would have told,\\nAnd bring her babe, and make her boast,\\nTill even those that miss d her most\\nShall count new things as dear as old:\\nBut thou and I have shaken hands.\\nTill growing winters lay me low;\\nMy paths are in the fields I know,\\nAnd thine in undiscover d lands.\\nXLI.\\nThy spirit ere our fatal loss\\nDid ever rise from high to higher;\\nAs mounts the heavenward altar-fire,\\nAs flies the lighter thro the gross.", "height": "2814", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "38 IN MEMORIAM.\\nBut thou art turn d to something strange,\\nAnd I have lost the links that bound\\nThy changes; here upon the ground,\\nNo more partaker of thy change.\\nDeep folly! yet that this could be\\nThat I could wing my will with might\\nTo leap the grades of life and light,\\nAnd flash at once, my friend, to thee.\\nFor tho my nature rarely yields\\nTo that vague fear implied in death\\nNor shudders at the gulfs beneath.\\nThe howlings from forgotten fields;\\nYet oft when sundown skirts the moor\\nAn inner trouble I behold,\\nA spectral doubt which makes me cold,\\nThat I shall be thy mate no more,\\nTho following with an upward mind\\nThe wonders that have come to thee,\\nThro all the secular to-be.\\nBut evermore a life behind.\\nXLII.\\nI vex my heart with fancies dim\\nHe still outstript me in the race;\\nIt was but unity of place\\nThat made me dream I rank d with him.\\nAnd so may Place retain us still,\\nAnd he the much-beloved again.", "height": "2829", "width": "1651", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "IN MEMORIAM. 39\\nA lord of large experience, train\\nTo riper growth the mind and will:\\nAnd what delights can equal those\\nThat stir the spirit s inner deeps,\\nWhen one that loves but knows not, reaps\\nA truth from one that loves and knows?\\nXLIII.\\nIf Sleep and Death be truly one,\\nAnd every spirit s folded bloom\\nThro all its intervital gloom\\nIn some long trance should slumber on;\\nUnconscious of the sliding hour,\\nBare of the body, might it last,\\nAnd silent traces of the past\\nBe all the color of the flower:\\nSo then were nothing lost to man\\nSo that still garden of the souls\\nIn many a figured leaf enrolls\\nThe total world since life began\\nAnd love will last as pure and whole\\nAs when he loved me here in Time,\\nAnd at the spiritual prime\\nRewaken with the dawning soul.\\nXLIV.\\nHow fares it with the happy dead?\\nFor here the man is more and more", "height": "2814", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "40 IN MEMORIAM.\\nBut he forgets the days before\\nGod shut the doorways of his head.\\nThe days have vanish d, tone and tint,\\nAnd yet perhaps the hoarding sense\\nGives out at times (he knows not whence)\\nA little flash, a mystic hint;\\nAnd in the long harmonious years\\n(If Death so tastes Lethean springs),\\nMay some dim touch of earthly things\\nSurprise thee ranging with thy peers.\\nIf such a dreamy touch should fall,\\nO turn thee round, resolve the doubt;\\nMy guardian angel will speak out\\nIn that high place, and tell thee all.\\nXLV.\\nThe baby new to earth and sky.\\nWhat time his tender palm is prest\\nAganst the circle of the breast.\\nHas never thought that this is I:\\nBut as he grows he gathers much,\\nAnd learns the use of I, and me,**\\nAnd finds I am not what I see.\\nAnd other than the things I touch.\\nSo rounds he to a separate mind\\nFrom whence clear memory may begin,\\nAs thro the frame that binds him in\\nHis isolation grows defined.", "height": "2829", "width": "1651", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "IN MEMORIAM. 41\\nThis use may lie in blood and breath,\\nWhich else were fruitless of their due,\\nHad man to learn himself anew\\nBeyond the second birth of Death.\\nXLVI.\\nWe ranging down this lower track,\\nThe path we came by, thorn and flower,\\nIs shadow d by the growing hour,\\nLest life should fail in looking back.\\nSo be it there no shade can last\\nIn that deep dawn behind the tomb,\\nBut clear from marge to marge shall bloom\\nThe eternal landscape of the past\\nA lifelong tract of time reveal d;\\nThe fruitful hours of still increase;\\nDays order d in a wealthy peace.\\nAnd those five years its richest field.\\nO Love, thy province were not large,\\nA bounded field, nor stretching far;\\nLook also, Love, a brooding star,\\nA rosy warmth from marge to marge.\\nXLVIL\\nThat each, who seems a separate whole.\\nShould move his round, and fusing all\\nThe skirts of self again, should fall\\nRemerging in the general Soul,\\n4 In Memoriarrv", "height": "2814", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "42 IN MEMORIAM.\\nIs faith as vague as all unsweet:\\nEternal form shall still divide\\nThe eternal soul from all besides,\\nAnd I shall know him when we meet:\\nAnd we shall sit at endless feast,\\nEnjoying- each the other s good:\\nWhat vaster dream can hit the mood\\nOf Love on earth? He seeks at least\\nUpon the last and sharpest height,\\nBefore the spirits fade away,\\nSome landing-place, to clasp and say,\\nFarewell! We lose ourselves in light.\\nXLVIII.\\nIf these briefs lays, of Sorrow born,\\nWere taken to be such as closed\\nGrave doubts and answers here proposed,\\nThen these were such as men might scorn\\nHer care is not to part and prove\\nShe takes, when harsher moods remit,\\nWhat slender shade of doubt may fit.\\nAnd makes it vassal unto love:\\nAnd hence, indeed, she sports with words,\\nBut better serves a wholesome law,\\nAnd holds its sin and shame to draw\\nThe deepest measure from the chords:\\nNor dare she trust a larger lay,\\nBut rather loosens from, the lip", "height": "2829", "width": "1651", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "IN MEMORIAM. 43\\nShort swallow-flights of song, that dip\\nTheir wings in tears, and skim away.\\nXLIX.\\nFrom art, from nature, from the schools,\\nLet random influences glance,\\nI/ike light in many a shiver d lance\\nThat breaks about the dappled pools:\\nThe lightest wave of thought shall lisp,\\nThe fancy s tenderest eddy wreathe.\\nThe slightest air of song shall breathe\\nTo make the sullen surface crisp.\\nAnd look thy look, and go thy way,\\nBut blame not thou the winds that make\\nThe seeming-wanton ripple break,\\nThe tender-pencil d shadow play.\\nBeneath all fancied hopes and fears\\nAy me, the sorrow deepens down,\\nWhose muffled motions blindly drown\\nThe bases of my life in tears.\\nBe near me when my light is low,\\nWhen the blood creeps, and the nerves\\nprick\\nAnd tingle; and the heart is sick,\\nAnd all the wheels of Being slow.\\nBe near me when the sensuous frame\\nIs rack d with pangs that conquer trust;", "height": "2814", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "44 IN MEMORIAM.\\nAnd Time, a maniac scattering- dust,\\nAnd Life, a Fury slinging flame.\\nBe near me when my faith is dry.\\nAnd men the flies of latter spring,\\nThat lay their eggs and sting and sing\\nAnd weave their petty cells and die.\\nBe near me when I fade away.\\nTo point the term of human strife,\\nAnd on the low dark verge of life\\nThe twilight of eternal day.\\nLI.\\nDo we indeed desire the dead\\nShould still be near us at our side?\\nIs there no baseness we would hide?\\nNo inner vileness that we dread?\\nShall he for whose applause I strove,\\nI had such reverence for his blame,\\nSee with clear eye some hidden shame\\nAnd I be lessen d in his love?\\nI wrong the grave with fears untrue\\nShall love be blamed for want of faith?\\nThere must be wisdom with great Death\\nThe dead shall look me thro* and thro\\nBe near us when we climb or fall:\\nYe watch, like God, the rolling hours\\nWith larger other eyes than ours,\\nTo make allowance for us all.", "height": "2829", "width": "1651", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "IN MEMORIAM. 45\\nLII.\\nI cannot love thee as I ought,\\nFor love reflects the thing beloved\\nMy words are only words, and moved\\nUpon the topmost froth of thought.\\nYet blame not thou thy plaintive song,\\nThe Spirit of true love replied\\nThou canst not move me from thy side,\\nNor human frailty do me wrong.\\nWhat keeps a spirit wholly true\\nTo that ideal which he bears?\\nWhat record? not the sinless years\\nThat breathed beneath the Syrian blue:\\nSo fret not, like an idle girl,\\nThat life is dash d with flecks of sin.\\nAbide thy wealth is gather d in,\\nWhen Time hath sunder d shell from pearl.\\nLIII.\\nHow many a father have I seen,\\nA sober man, among his boys,\\nWhose youth was full of foolish noise,\\nWho wears his manhood hale and green\\nAnd dare we to this fancy give,\\nThat had the wild oat not been sown.\\nThe soil, left barren, scarce had grown\\nThe grain by which a man may live?", "height": "2814", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "46 IN MEMORIAM.\\nOr, if we held the doctrine sound\\nFor life outliving heats of youth,\\nYet who would preach it as a truth,\\nTo those that eddy round and round?\\nHold thou the good: define it well:\\nFor fear divine Philosophy\\nShould push beyond her mark, and be\\nProcuress to the Lords of Hell.\\nLIV.\\nOh yet we trust that somehow good\\nWill be the final goal of ill,\\nTo pangs of nature, sins of will,\\nDefects of doubt, and taints of blood;\\nThat nothing walks with aimless foet;\\nThat not one life shall be destroy d,\\nOr cast as rubbish to the void,\\nWhen God hath made the pile complete;\\nThat not a worm is cloven in vain\\nThat not a moth with vain desire\\nIs shrivel d in a fruitless fire,\\nOr but subserves another s gain.\\nBehold, we know not anything;\\nI can but trust that good shall fall\\nAt last far off at last, to all,\\nAnd every winter change to spring.\\nSo runs my dream; but what am I?\\nAn infant crying in the night:", "height": "2829", "width": "1651", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "IN MEMORIAM. 47\\nAn infant crying for the light:\\nAnd with no language but a cry.\\nLV.\\nThe wish, that of the living whole\\nNo life may fail beyond the grave,\\nDerives it not from what we have\\nThe likest God within the soul?\\nAre God and Nature then at strife.\\nThat Nature lends such evil dreams?\\nSo careful of the type she seems,\\nSo careless of the single life\\nThat I, considering everywhere\\nHer secret meaning in her deeds,\\nAnd finding that of fifty seeds\\nShe often brings but one to bear,\\nI falter where I firmly trod,\\nAnd falling with my weight of cares\\nUpon the great world s altar-stairs\\nThat slope thro darkness up to God,\\nI stretch lame hands of faith, and grope.\\nAnd gather dust and chaff, and call\\nTo what I feel is Lord of all,\\nAnd faintly trust the larger hope.\\nLVI.\\n**So careful of the type? but no.\\nFrom scarped cliff and quarried stone", "height": "2814", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "48 IN MEMORIAM.\\nShe cries, A thousand types are gone\\nI care for nothing, all shall go.\\nThou makest thine appeal to me:\\nI bring to life, I bring to death:\\nThe spirit does but mean the breath:\\nI know no more. And he, shall he,\\nMan, her last work, who seem d so fair,\\nvSuch splendid purpose in his eyes,\\nWho roll d the psalm to wintry skies,\\nWho built him fanes of fruitless prayer.\\nWho trusted God was love indeed\\nAnd love Creation s final law\\nTho Nature, red in tooth and claw\\nWith ravine, shriek d against his creed\\nWho loved, who suffer d countless ills,\\nWho battled for the True, the Just,\\nBe blown about the desert dust,\\nOr seal d within the iron hills?\\nNo more? A monster then a dream,\\nA discord. Dragons of the prime.\\nThat tare each other in their slime,\\nWere mellow music match d with him.\\nO life as futile, then, as frail!\\nO for thy voice to soothe and bless!\\nWhat hope of answer, or redress?\\nBehind the veil, behind the veil.", "height": "2834", "width": "1732", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "IN MEMORIAM. 49\\nLVII.\\nPeace come away the song of woe\\nIs after all an earthly song\\nPeace come away we do him wrong\\nTo sing so wildly let us go.\\nCome let us go your cheeks are pale\\nBut half my life I leave behind:\\nMethinks my friend is richly shrined;\\nBut I shall pass my work will fail.\\nYet in these ears, till hearing dies,\\nOne set slow bell will seem to toll\\nThe passing of the sweetest soul\\nThat ever look d with human eyes.\\nI hear it now, and o er and o er,\\nEternal greetings to the dead;\\nAnd Ave, Ave, Ave, said,\\nAdieu, adieu, for evermore.\\nLVIII.\\nIn those sad words I took farewell\\nLike echoes in sepulchral halls.\\nAs drop by drop the water falls\\nIn vaults and catacombs, they fell\\nAnd, falling, idly broke the peace\\nOf hearts that beat from day to day,\\nHalf-conscious of their dying clay,\\nAnd those cold crypts where they shall cease.\\n4", "height": "2814", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "50 IN MEMORIAM.\\nThe high Muse answer d: Wherefore grieve\\nThy brethren with a fruitless tear?\\nAbide a little longer here,\\nAnd thou shalt take a nobler leave.\\nLIX.\\nO Sorrow, wilt thou live with me\\nNo casual mistress, but a wife,\\nMy bosom-friend and half of life;\\nAs I confess it needs must be;\\nO Sorrow, wilt thou rule my blood,\\nBe sometimes lovely like a bride,\\nAnd put thy harsher moods aside,\\nIf thou wilt have me wise and good.\\nMy centered passion cannot move,\\nNor will it lessen from to-day\\nBut I ll have leave at times to play\\nAs with the creature of my love\\nAnd set thee forth, for thou art mine,\\nWith so much hope for years to come.\\nThat, howsoe er I know thee, some\\nCould hardly tell what name were thine.\\nLX.\\nHe past a soul of nobler tone\\nMy spirit loved and loves him yet,\\nLike some poor girl v\\\\^hose heart is set\\nOn one whose rank exceeds her own.", "height": "2834", "width": "1732", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "IN ME?/[ORIAM. 51\\nHe mixing with his proper sphere,\\nShe finds the baseness of her lot,\\nHalf jealous of she knows not what,\\nAnd envying all that meet him there.\\nThe little village looks forlorn\\nShe sighs amid her narrow days.\\nMoving about the household ways,\\nIn that dark house where she was born.\\nThe foolish neighbors come and go,\\nAnd tease her till the day draws by\\nAt night she weeps, How vain am I!\\nHow should he love a thing so low?\\nLXI.\\nIf, in thy second state sublime.\\nThy ransom d reason change replies\\nWith all the circle of the wise.\\nThe perfect flower of human time\\nAnd if thou cast thine eyes below,\\nHow dimly character d and slight.\\nHow dwarf d a growth of cold and night,\\nHow blanch d with darkness must I grow!\\nYet turn thee to the doubtful shore,\\nWhere thy first form was made a man;\\nI loved thee. Spirit, and love, nor can\\nThe soul of Shakespeare love thee more.\\nLXII.\\nTho if an eye that s downward cast\\nCould make thee somewhat blench or fail,", "height": "2814", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "52 IN MEMORIAM.\\nThen be my love an idle tale,\\nAnd fading legend of the past;\\nAnd thou, as one that once declined,\\nWhen he was little more than boy,\\nOn some unworthy heart with joy,\\nBut lives to wed an equal mind\\nAnd breathes a novel world, the while\\nHis other passion wholly dies,\\nOr in the light of deeper eyes\\nIs matter for a flying smile.\\nLXIII.\\nYet pity for a horse o er-driven,\\nAnd love in which my hound has part,\\nCan hang no weight upon my heart\\nIn its assumptions up to heaven;\\nAnd I am so much more than these,\\nAs thou, perchance, art more than I,\\nAnd yet I spare them sympathy,\\nAnd I would set their pains at ease.\\nSo mayst thou watch me where I weep,\\nAs, unto vaster motions bound,\\nThe circuits of thine orbit round\\nA higher height, a deeper deep.\\nLXIV.\\nDost thou look back on what hath been.\\nAs some divinely gifted man,", "height": "2834", "width": "1732", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "IN MEMORIAM. 53\\nWhose life in low estate began\\nAnd on a simple village green\\nWho breaks his birth s invidious bar,\\nAnd grasps the skirts of happy chance.\\nAnd breasts the blows of circumstance\\nAnd grapples with his evil star;\\nWho makes by force his merit knov/n\\nAnd lives to clutch the golden keys,\\nTo mould a mighty state s decrees.\\nAnd shape the whisper of the throne\\nAnd moving up from high to higher.\\nBecomes on Fortune s crowning slope\\nThe pillar of a people s hope,\\nThe center of a world s desire;\\nYet feels, as in a pensive dream,\\nWhen all his active powers ar@ still,\\nA distant dearness in the hill,\\nA secret sweetness in the stream.\\nThe limit of his narrower fate\\nWhile yet beside its vocal springs\\nHe play d at counselors and kings,\\nWith one that was his earliest mate\\nWho ploughs with pain his native lea\\nAnd reaps the labor of his hands,\\nOr in the furrow musing stands;\\nDoes my old friend remem.ber me?", "height": "2814", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "64 IN MEMORIAM.\\nLXV.\\nSweet soul, do with me as thou wilt;\\nI lull a fancy trouble-tost\\nWith Love s too precious to be lost^\\nA little grain shall not be spilt.\\nAnd in that solace can I sing,\\nTill out of painful phases wrought\\nThere flutters up a happy thought,\\nSelf-balanced on a lightsome wing:\\nSince we deserved the name of friends\\nAnd thine effect so lives in me,\\nA part of mine may live in thee\\nAnd move thee on to noble ends.\\nLXVI.\\nYou thought my heart too far diseased;\\nYou wonder when my fancies play\\nTo find me gay among the gay,\\nLike one with any trifle pleased.\\nThe shade by which my life was crost.\\nWhich makes a desert in the mind.\\nHas made me kindly with my kind,\\nAnd like to him whose sight is lost;\\nWhose feet are guided thro the land.\\nWhose jest among his friends is free,,\\nWho takes the children on his knee,\\nAnd winds their curls about his hand:", "height": "2834", "width": "1732", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "IN MEMORIAM. 55\\nHe plays with threads, he beats his chair\\nFor pastime, dreaming of the sky;\\nHis inner day can never die,\\nHis night of loss is always there.\\nLXVII.\\nWhen on my bed the moonlight falls,\\nI know that in thy place of rest\\nBy that broad water of the west,\\nThere comes a glory on the walls;\\nThy marble bright in dark appears,\\nAs slowly steals a silver flame\\nAlong the letters of thy name,\\nAnd o er the number of thy years.\\nThe mystic glory swims away;\\nFrom off my bed the moonlight dies;\\nAnd closing eaves of wearied eyes\\nI sleep till dusk is dipt in gray:\\nAnd then I know the mist is drawn\\nA lucid veil from coast to coast,\\nAnd in the dark church like a ghost\\nThy tablet glimmers to the dawn.\\nLXVIII.\\nWhen in the down I sink my head,\\nSleep, Death s twin-brother, times my\\nbreath\\nSleep, Death s twin-brother, knows not\\nDeath,\\nNor can I dream of thee as dead:", "height": "2814", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "^6 IN MEMORIAM.\\nI walk as ere I walk d forlorn,\\nWhen all our path was fresh with dew,\\nAnd all the bugle breezes blew\\nReveillee to the breakin-g morn.\\nBut what is this? I turn about,\\nI find a trouble in thine eye,\\nWhich makes me sad I know not why,\\nNor can my dream resolve the doubt:\\nBut ere the lark hath left the lea\\nI wake, and I discern the truth;\\nIt is the trouble of my youth\\nThat foolish sleep transfers to thee.\\nLXIX.\\nI dream d there would be Spring- no more,\\nThat Nature s ancient power was lost:\\nThe streets were black with smoke and\\nfrost.\\nThey chatter d trifks at the door:\\nI wander d from the noisy town,\\nI found a wood with thorny boughs:\\nI took the thorns to bind my brows,\\nI wore them like a civic crown:\\nI met with scoffs, I met with scorns\\nFrom youth and babe and hoary hairs:\\nThey call d me in the public squares\\nThe fool that wears a crown of thorns:\\nThey call d me fool, they call d me child:\\nI found an angel of the night;", "height": "2834", "width": "1732", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "IN MEMORIAM. 67\\nThe voice was low, the look was bright\\nHe look d upon my crown and smiled:\\nHe reach d the glory of a hand,\\nThat seem d to touch it into leaf:\\nThe voice was not the voice of grief,\\nThe words were hard to understand.\\nLXX.\\nI cannot see the features right,\\nWhen on the gloom I strive to paint\\nThe face I know the hues are faint\\nAnd mix with hollow masks of night;\\nCloud-towers by ghostly masons wrought,\\nA gulf that ever shuts and gapes,\\nA hand that points, and palled shapes\\nIn shadowy thoroughfares of thought;\\nAnd crowds that stream from yawning doors.\\nAnd shoals of pucker d faces drive;\\nDark bulks that tumble half alive,\\nAnd lazy lengths on boundless shores;\\nTill all at once beyond the will\\nI hear a wizard music roll,\\nAnd thro a lattice on the soul\\nLooks thy fair face and makes it still.\\nLXXI.\\nSleep, kinsman thou to death and trance\\nAnd madness, thou hast forged at last", "height": "2814", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "68 IN MEMORIAM.\\nA night-long- Present of the Past\\nIn which we went thro summer France.\\nHadst thou such credit with the soul?\\nThen bring an opiate trebly strong,\\nDrug down the blindfold sense of wrong\\nThat so my pleasure may be whole\\nWhile now we talk as once we talk d\\nOf men and minds, the dust of change,\\nThe days that grow to something strange,\\nIn walking as of old we walk d\\nBeside the river s wooded reach,\\nThe fortress, and the mountain ridge,\\nThe cataract flashing from the bridge,\\nThe breaker breaking on the beach.\\nLXXII.\\nRisest thou thus, dim dawn, again,\\nAnd howlest, issuing out of night.\\nWith blasts that blow the poplar white,\\nAnd lash with storm the streaming pane?\\nDay, when my crown d estate begun\\nTo pine in that reverse of doom,\\nWhich sicken d every living bloom.\\nAnd blurr d the splendor of the sun;\\nWho usherest in the dolorous hour\\nWith thy quick tears that make the rose\\nPull sideways, and the daisy close\\nHer crimson frinores to the shower;", "height": "2834", "width": "1732", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "IN MEMORIAM. 59\\nWho might st have heaved a windless flame\\nUp the deep East, or, whispering, play d\\nA chequer- work of beam and shade\\nAlong the hills, yet look d the same.\\nAs wan, as chill, as wild as now\\nDay, mark d as with some hideous crime,\\nWhen the dark hand struck down thro\\ntime.\\nAnd cancell d nature s best: but thou,\\nLift as thou may st thy burthen d brows\\nThro clouds that drench the morning star,\\nAnd whirl the ungarner d sheaf afar,\\nAnd sow the sky with flying boughs,\\nAnd up they vault with roaring sound\\nClimb thy thick noon, disastrous day;\\nTouch thy dull goal of joyless gray,\\nAnd hide thy shame beneath the ground.\\nLXXIII.\\nSo many worlds, so much to do.\\nSo little done, such things to be,\\nHow know I what had need of thee,\\nFor thou wert strong as thou wert true?\\nThe fame is quench *d that I foresaw.\\nThe head hath miss d an earthly wreath\\nI curse not nature, no, nor death;\\nFor nothing is that errs from law.\\nWe pass the path that each man trod\\nIs dim, or will be dim, with weeds;", "height": "2814", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "60 IN MEMORIAM.\\nWhat fame is left for human deeds\\nIn endless age? It rests with God.\\nO hollow wraith of dying fame,\\nFade wholly, while the soul exults,\\nAnd self-infolds the large results\\nOf force that would have forged a name.\\nLXXIV.\\nAs sometimes in a dead man s face.\\nTo those that watch it more and more,\\nA likeness, hardly seen before.\\nComes out to some one of his race:\\nSo, dearest, now thy brows are cold,\\nI see thee what thou art, and know\\nThy likeness to the wise below,\\nThy kindred with the great of old.\\nBut there is more than I can see,\\nAnd what I see I leave unsaid,\\nNor speak it, knowing Death has made\\nHis darkness beautiful with thee.\\nLXXV.\\nI leave thy praises unexpress d\\nIn verse that brings myself relief,\\nAnd by the measure of my grief\\nI leave thy greatness to be guess d;\\nWhat practice howsoe er expert\\nIn fitting aptest words to things,", "height": "2834", "width": "1732", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "IN MEMORIAM. 61\\nOr voice the richest-toned that sings,\\nHath power to give thee as thou wert?\\nI care not in these fading days\\nTo raise a cry that lasts not long,\\nAnd round thee with the breeze of song\\nTo stir a little dust of praise.\\nThy leaf has perish d in the green.\\nAnd, while we breathe beneath the sun,\\nThe world which credits what is done\\nIs cold to all that might have been.\\nSo here shall silence guard thy fame\\nBut somewhere, out of human view,\\nWhate er thy hands are set to do\\nIs wrought with tumult of acclaim.\\nLXXVI.\\nTake wings of fancy, and ascend,\\nAnd in a moment set thy face\\nWhere all the starry heavens of space\\nAre sharpen d to a needle s end;\\nTake wings of foresight; lighted thro*\\nThe secular abyss to come,\\nAnd lo, thy deepest lays are dumb\\nBefore the mouldering of a yew\\nAnd if the matin songs, that woke\\nThe darkness of our planet, last.\\nThine own shall wither in the vast,\\nEre half the lifetime of an oak.", "height": "2814", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "62 IN MEMORIAM.\\nEre these have clothed their branchy bowers\\nWith fifty Mays, thy songs are vain;\\nAnd what are they when these remain\\nThe ruin d shells of hollow towers?\\nLXXVII.\\nWhat hope is here for modern rhyme\\nTo him, who turns a musing eye\\nOn songs, and deeds, and lives, that lie\\nForeshorten d in the tract of time?\\nThese mortal lullabies of pain\\nMay bind a book, may line a box.\\nMay serve to curl a maiden s locks;\\nOr when a thousand moons shall wane\\nA man upon a stall may find.\\nAnd, passing, turn the page that tells\\nA grief, then changed to something else,\\nSung by a long-forgotten mind.\\nBut what of that? My darken d ways\\nShall ring with music all the same;\\nTo breathe my loss is more than fame,\\nTo utter love more sweet than praise.\\nLXXVIII.\\nAgain at Christmas did we weave\\nThe holly round the Christmas hearth;\\nThe silent snow possess d the earth,\\nAnd calmlv fell our Christmas-eve:", "height": "2834", "width": "1732", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "IN MEMORIAM. 63\\nThe yule-clog sparkled keen with frost,\\nNo wing of wind the region swept,\\nBut over all things brooding slept\\nThe quiet sense of something lost.\\nAs in the winters left behind,\\nAgain our ancient games had place,\\nThe mimic picture s breathing grace,\\nAnd dance and song and hoodman-blind.\\nWho show d a token of distress?\\nNo single tear, no mark of pain\\nsorrow, then can sorrow wane?\\nO grief, can grief be changed to less?\\nO last regret, regret can die\\nNo mixt with all this mystic frame,\\nHer deep relations are the same.\\nBut with long use her tears are dry.\\nLXXIX.\\nMore than my brothers are to me,\\nLet this not vex thee, noble heart!\\n1 know thee of what force thou art\\nTo hold the costliest love in fee.\\nBut thou and I are one in kind.\\nAs moulded like in Nature s mint;\\nAnd hill and wood and field did print\\nThe same sweet forms in either mind.\\nFor us the same cold streamlet curl d\\nThro all his eddying coves; the same", "height": "2814", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "64 IN MEMORIAM.\\nAll winds that roam the twilight came\\nIn whispers of the beauteous world.\\nAt one dear knee we proffer d vows,\\nOne lesson from one book we learn d,\\nEre childhood s flaxen ringlet turn d\\nTo black and brown on kindred brows.\\nAnd so my wealth resembles thine,\\nBut he was rich where I was poor,\\nAnd he supplied my want the more\\nAs his unlikeness fitted mine.\\nLXXX.\\nIf any vague desire should rise,\\nThat holy Death ere Arthur died\\nHad moved me kindly from his side.\\nAnd drop the dust on tearless eyes\\nThen fancy shapes, as fancy can,\\nThe grief my loss in him had wrought,\\nA grief as deep as life or thought,\\nBut stay d in peace with God and man.\\nI make a picture in the brain;\\nI hear the sentence that he speaks\\nHe bears the burthen of the weeks\\nBut turns his burthen into gain.\\nHis credit thus shall set me free\\nAnd, influence rich to soothe and save,\\nUnused exampled from the grave\\nReach out dead hands to comfort me.", "height": "2834", "width": "1732", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "Had babbled Uncle on my knee. Page 67,\\nIn Memoriam.", "height": "2814", "width": "1727", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2834", "width": "1732", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "IN MEMORIAM. 65\\nLXXXI.\\nCould I have said while he was here,\\nMy love shall now no further range;\\nThere cannot come a mellower change,\\nFor now is love mature in ear.\\nLove, then, had hope of richer store:\\nWhat end is here to my complaint?\\nThis haunting whisper makes me faint,\\nMore years had made me love thee more.\\nBut Death returns an answer sweet:\\nMy sudden frost was sudden gain,\\nAnd gave all ripeness to the grain,\\nIt might have drawn from after-heat.\\nLXXXII.\\nI wage not any feud with Death\\nFor changes wrought on form and face:\\nNo lower life that earth s embrace\\nMay breed with him, can fright my faith.\\nEternal process moving on,\\nFrom state to state the spirit walks\\nAnd these are but the shatter d stalks,\\nOr ruin d chrysalis of one\\nNor blame I Death, because he bare\\nThe use of virtue out of earth:\\nT know transplanted human worth\\nWill bloom to profit, otherwhere.\\n5 In Memoriam", "height": "2839", "width": "1717", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "66 IN MEMORIAM.\\nFor this alone on Death I wreak\\nThe wrath that garners in my heart;\\nHe put our lives so far apart\\nWe cannot hear each other speak.\\nLXXXIII.\\nDip down upon the northern shore,\\nO sweet new-year delaying long\\nThou doest expectant nature wrong;\\nDelaying long, delay no more.\\nWhat stays thee from the clouded noons.\\nThy sweetness from its proper place?\\nCan trouble live with April days,\\nOr sadness in the summer moons?\\nBring orchis, bring the foxglove spire,\\nThe little speedwell s darling blue.\\nDeep tulips dash d with fiery dew,\\nLaburnums, dropping-wells of fire.\\nO thou, new-year, delaying long,\\nDelayest the sorrow in my blood,\\nThat longs to burst a frozen bud\\nAnd flood a fresher throat with song.\\nLXXXIV.\\nWhen I contemplate all alone\\nThe life that had been thine below.\\nAnd fix my thoughts on all the glow\\nTo which thv crescent would have grown;", "height": "2834", "width": "1732", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0072.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "IN MEMORIAM. 67\\nI see thee sitting crown d with good,\\nA central warmth diffusing bliss\\nIn glance and smile, and clasp and kiss,\\nOn all the branches of thy blood.\\nThy blood, my friend, and partly mine;\\nFor now the day was drawing on,\\nWhen thou should st link thy life with one\\nOf my own house, and boys of thine\\nHad babbled Uncle on my knee;\\nBut that remorseless iron hour\\nMade cypress of her orange flower,\\nDespair of Hope, and earth of thee.\\nI seem to meet their least desire.\\nTo clap their cheeks, and call them mine.\\nI see their unborn faces shine\\nBeside the never-lighted fire.\\nI see myself an honor d guest.\\nThy partner in the flowery walk\\nOf letters, genial table-talk.\\nOr deep dispute, and graceful jest;\\nWhile now thy prosperous labor fills\\nThe lips of men with honest praise.\\nAnd sun by sun the happy days\\nDescend below the golden hills\\nWith promise of a morn as fair;\\nAnd all the train of bounteous hours\\nConduct by paths of growing powers.\\nTo reverence and the silver hair:", "height": "2844", "width": "1747", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0073.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "68 IN MEMORIAM.\\nTill slowly worn her earthly robe,\\nHer lavish mission richly wrought,\\nLeaving great legacies of thought,\\nThy spirit should fail from off the globe\\nWhat time mine awn might also flee,\\nAs link d with thine in love and fate,\\nAnd, hovering o er the dolorous strait\\nTo the other shore, involved in thee.\\nArrived at last the blessed goal.\\nAnd He that died in Holy Land\\nWould reach us out the shining hand,\\nAnd take us as a single soul.\\nThat reed was that on which I leant?\\nAh, backward fancy, wherefore wake\\nThe old bitterness again, and break\\nThe low beginnings of content.\\nLXXXV.\\nThis truth came borne with bier and pall,\\nI felt it, when I sorrow d most,\\nTis better to have loved and lost,\\nThan never to have loved at all\\nO true in word, and tried in deed,\\nDemanding, so to bring relief\\nTo this which is our common grief,\\nWhat kind of life is that I lead;\\nAnd whether trust in things above\\nBe dimm d of sorrow, or sustain d;", "height": "2834", "width": "1732", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0074.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "IN MEMORIAM. 69\\nAnd whether love for him have drain d\\nMy capabilities of love\\nYour words have virtue such as draws\\nA faithful answer from the breast,\\nThro light reproaches, half exprest,\\nAnd loyal unto kindly laws.\\nMy blood an even tenor kept,\\nTill on mine ear this message falls,\\nThat in Vienna s fatal walls\\nGod s finger touch d him, and he slept.\\nThe great Intelligences fair\\nThat range above our mortal state,\\nIn circles round the blessed gate,\\nReceived and gave him welcome there\\nAnd led him thro the blissful chimes,\\nAnd show d him in the fountain fresh\\nAll knowledge that the sons of flesh\\nShall gather in the cycled times.\\nBut I remain d, whose hopes were dim,\\nWhose life, whose thoughts were little\\nworth.\\nTo wander on a darken d earth,\\nWhere all things round me breathed of him.\\nO friendship, equal-poised control,\\nO heart, with kindliest motion warm,\\nO sacred essence, other form,\\nO solemn ghost, O crowned soul", "height": "2844", "width": "1747", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0075.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "70 IN MEMORIAM.\\nYet none could better know than I,\\nHow much of act at human hands\\nThe sense of human will demands\\nBy which we dare to live or die.\\nWhatever way my days decline,\\nI felt and feel, tho left alone,\\nHis being working in mine own,\\nThe footsteps of his life in mine\\nA life that all the Muses deck d\\nWith gifts of grace, that might express\\nAll comprehensive tenderness,\\nAll-subtilizing intellect:\\nAnd so my passion hath not swerved\\nTo works of weakness, but I find\\nAn image comforting the mind,\\nAnd in my grief a strength reserved.\\nLikewise the imaginative woe.\\nThat loved to handle spiritual strife.\\nDiffused the shock thro* all my life,\\nBut in the present broke the blow.\\nMy pulses therefore beat again\\nFor other friends that once I met\\nNor can it suit me to forget\\nThe mighty hopes that make us men.\\nI woo your love I count it crime\\nTo mourn for any overmuch\\nI, the divided half of such\\nA friendship as had master d Time;", "height": "2834", "width": "1732", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0076.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "IN MEMORIAM. 71\\nWhich masters Time indeed, and is\\nEternal, separate from fears:\\nThe all-assuming months and years\\nCan take no part away from this\\nBut Summer on the streaming floods,\\nAnd spring that swells the narrow brooks,\\nAnd Autumn, with a noise of rooks,\\nThat gather in the waning woods,\\nAnd every pulse of wind and wave\\nRecalls, in change of light or gloom,\\nMy old affection of the tomb,\\nAnd my prime passion in the grave\\nMy old affection of the tomb,\\nA part of stillness, yearns to speak\\nArise, and get thee forth and seek\\nA friendship for the years to come.\\n**I watch thee from the quiet shore;\\nThy spirit up to mine can reach\\nBut in dear words of human speech\\nWe two communicate no more.\\nAnd I, Can clouds of nature stain\\nThe starry clearness of the free?\\nHow is it? Canst thou feel for me\\nSome painless sympathy with pain?\\nAnd lightly does the whisper fall\\nTis hard for thee to fathom this;\\nI triumph in conclusive bliss.\\nAnd that serene result of all.", "height": "2844", "width": "1747", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0077.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "72 IN MEMORIAM.\\nSo hold I commerce with the dead;\\nOr so methinks the dead would say;\\nOr so shall grief with symbols play\\nAnd pining life be fancy-fed.\\nNow looking to some settled end,\\nThat these things pass, and I shall prove\\nA meeting somewhere, love with love,\\nI crave your pardon, O my friend;\\nIf not so fresh, with love as true,\\nI, clasping brother-hands, aver\\nI could not, if I would, transfer\\nThe whole I felt for him to you.\\nFor which be they that hold apart\\nThe promise of the golden hours?\\nFirst love, first friendship, equal powers,\\nThat marry with the virgin heart.\\nStill mine, that cannot but deplore.\\nThat beats within a lonely place.\\nThat yet remembers his embrace,\\nBut at his footstep leaps no more,\\nMy heart, th widow d may not rest\\nQuite in the love of what is gone,\\nBut seeks to beat in time with one\\nThat warms another living breast.\\nAh, take the imperfect gift I bring.\\nKnowing the primrose yet is dear,\\nThe primrose of the later year.\\nAs not unlike to that of Spring.", "height": "2834", "width": "1732", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0078.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "IN MEMORIAM. 73\\nLXXXVI.\\nSweet after showers, ambrosial air,\\nThat roUest from the gorgeous gloom\\nOf evening over brake and bloom\\nAnd meadow, slowly breathing bare\\nThe round of space, and rapt below\\nThro all the dewy-tassell d wood.\\nAnd shadowing down the horned flood\\nIn ripples, fan my brows and blow\\nThe fever from my cheek, and sigh\\nThe full new life that feeds thy breath\\nThroughout my frame, till Doubt and\\nDeath,\\n111 brethren, let the fancy fly.\\nFrom belt to belt of crimson seas\\nOn leagues of odor streaming far,\\nTo where in yonder orient star\\nA hundred spirits whisper Peace.\\nLXXXVII.\\nI past beside the reverend walls\\nIn which of old I wore the gown\\nI roved at random thro the t6wn,\\nAnd saw the tumult of the halls;\\nAnd heard once more in college fanes\\nThe storm their high-built organs make.\\nAnd thunder-music, rolling, shake\\nThe prophet blazon d on the panes;\\n6 In Memoriam", "height": "2844", "width": "1747", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0079.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "74 IN MEMORIAM.\\nAnd caught once more the distant shout,\\nThe measured pulse of racing oars\\nAmong the willows; paced the shores\\nAnd many a bridge, and all about.\\nThe same gray flats again, and felt\\nThe same, but not the same and last\\nUp that long walk of limes I past\\nTo see the rooms in which he dwelt.\\nAnother name was on the door:\\nI linger d; all within was noise\\nOf songs, and clapping hands, and boys\\nThat crash d the glass and beat the floor;\\nWhere once we held debate, a band\\nOf youthful friends, on mind and art,\\nAnd labor, and the changing mart,\\nAnd all the framework of the land;\\nWhen one would aim an arrow fair,\\nBut send it slackly from the string;\\nAnd one would pierce an outer ring.\\nAnd one an inner, here and there;\\nAnd last the master-bowman, he,\\nWould cleave the mark. A willing ear\\nWe lent him. Who, but hung to hear\\nThe rapt oration flowing free\\nFrom point to point, with power and grace\\nAnd music in the bounds of law.\\nTo those conclusions when we saw\\nThe God within him light his face.", "height": "2834", "width": "1732", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0080.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "IN MEMORIAM, 75\\nAnd seem to lift the form, and glow-\\nIn azure-orbits heavenly- wise;\\nAnd over those ethereal eyes\\nThe bar of Michael Angelo.\\nLXXXVIII.\\nWild birds, whose warble, liquid sweet,\\nRings Eden thro the budded quicks,\\ntell me where the senses mix,\\nO tell me where the passions meet.\\nWhence radiate fierce extremes employ\\nThy spirits in the darkening leaf,\\nAnd in the midmost heart of grief\\nThy passion clasps a secret joy:\\nAnd I my harp would prelude woe\\n1 cannot all command the strings;\\nThe glory of the sum of things\\nWill flash along the chords and go.\\nLXXXIX.\\nWitch-elms that counterchange the floor\\nOf this flat lawn with dusk and bright\\nAnd thou, with all thy breadth and height\\nOf foliage, towering sycamore\\nHow often, hither w^andering down,\\nMy Arthur found your shadows fair,\\nAnd shook to all the liberal air\\nThe dust and din and steam of town", "height": "2844", "width": "1747", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0081.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "76 IN MEMORIAM.\\nHe brought an eye for all he saw\\nHe mixt in all our simple sports;\\nThey pleased him, fresh from brawling\\ncourts\\nAnd dusty purlieus of the law.\\nO joy to him in this retreat,\\nImmantled in ambrosial dark.\\nTo drink the cooler air, and mark\\nThe landscape winking thro the heat:\\nO sound to rout the brood of cares,\\nThe sweep of scythe in morning dew,\\nThe gust that round the garden flew,\\nAnd tumbled half the mellowing pears!\\nO bliss, when all in circle drawn\\nAbout him, heart and ear were fed\\nTo hear him, as he lay and read\\nThe Tuscan poets on the lawn\\nOr in the all-golden afternoon\\nA guest, or happy sister, sung,\\nOr here she brought the harp and flung\\nA ballad to the brightening moon\\nNor less it pleased in livelier moods,\\nBeyond the bounding hill to stray.\\nAnd break the lifelong summer day\\nWith banquet in the distant woods;\\nWhereat we glanced from theme to theme\\nDiscuss d the books to love or hate,\\nOr touch d the changes of the state,\\nOr threaded some Socratic dream", "height": "2834", "width": "1732", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0082.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "IN MEMORIAM. 77\\nBut if I praised the busy town,\\nHe loved to rail against it still,\\nFor ground in yonder social mill\\nWe rub each other s angles dovN^n,\\nAnd merge, he said, in form and gloss\\nThe picturesque of man and man.\\nWe talk d: the stream beneath us ran.\\nThe wine-flask lying couch d in moss,\\nOr cool d within the glooming wave;\\nAnd last, returning from afar,\\nBefore the crimson-circled star\\nHad fall n into her father s grave,\\nAnd brushing ankle-deep in flowers.\\nWe heard behind the woodbine veil\\nThe milk that bubbled in the pail,\\nAnd buzzings of the honied hours.\\nXC.\\nHe tasted love with half his mind.\\nNor ever drank the inviolate spring\\nWhere nighest Heaven, who flrst could\\nfling\\nThis bitter seed among mankind;\\nThat could the dead, whose dying eyes\\nWere closed with wail, resume th^ir life.\\nThey would but find in child and wife\\nAn iron welcome when they rise\\nTwas v/ell, indeed, when warm with wine.\\nTo pledge them vnth a kindly tear,", "height": "2844", "width": "1747", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0083.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "78 IN MEMORIAM.\\nTo talk them o er, to wish them here,\\nTo count their memories half divine;\\nBut if they came who past away,\\nBehold their brides in other hands;\\nThe hard heir strides about their lands,\\nAnd will not yield them for a day.\\nYea, tho their sons were none of these,\\nNot less the yet-loved sire would make\\nConfusion worse than death, and shake\\nThe pillars of domestic peace.\\nAh dear, but come thou back to me:\\nWhatever change the years have wrought,\\nI find not yet one lonely thought\\nThat cries against my wish for thee.\\nXCI.\\nWhen rosy plumelets tuft the larch,\\nAnd rarely pipes the mounted thrush\\nOr underneath the barren bush\\nFlits by the blue sea-bird of March;\\nCome, wear the form by which I know\\nThy spirit in time among thy peers;\\nThe hope of unaccomplish d years\\nBe large and lucid round thy brow.\\nWhen summer s hourly-mellovv ing change\\nMay breathe, with many roses sweet,\\nUpon the thousand waves of wheat,\\nThat ripple round the lonely grange", "height": "2834", "width": "1732", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0084.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "IN MEMORIAM. 79\\nCome: not in watches of the night,\\nBut where the sunbeam broodeth warm,\\nCome, beauteous in thine after form,\\nAnd like a finer light in light.\\nXCII.\\nIf any vision should reveal\\nThy likeness, I might count it vain\\nAs but the canker of the brain;\\nYea, tho it spake and made appeal\\nTo chances where our lots were cast\\nTogether in the days behind,\\nI might but say, I hear a wind\\nOf memory murmuring the past.\\nYea, tho it spake and bared to view\\nA fact within the coming year;\\nAnd tho the months, revolving near,\\nShould prove the phantom-warning true,\\nThey might not seem thy prophecies,\\nBut spiritual presentiments.\\nAnd such refraction of events\\nAs often rises ere they rise.\\nXCIII.\\nI shall not see thee. Dare I say\\nNo spirit ever brake the band\\nThat stays him from the native land\\nWhere first he walk d when claspt in clay?", "height": "2844", "width": "1747", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0085.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "80 IN ME MORI AM.\\nNo visual shade of some one lost,\\nBut he, the Spirit himself, itielj come\\nWhere all the nerve of sense is num^b;\\nSpirit to Spirit, Ghost to Ghost.\\nO, therefore from thy sightless rang-e\\nOf gods in unconjectured bliss,\\nO, from the distance of the abyss\\nOf tenfold-complicated change,\\nDescend, and touch, and enter; hear\\nThe wish too strong for words to name\\nThat in this blindness of the frame\\nMy Ghost may feel that thine is near.\\nXCIV.\\nHow pure at heart and sound in head,\\nWith what divine affections bold\\nShould be the man whose thought would\\nhold\\nAn hour s communion with the dead.\\nIn vain shalt thou, or any, call\\nThe spirits from their golden day,\\nExcept, like them, thou too canst say,\\nMy spirit is at peace with all.\\nThey haunt the silence of the breast,\\nImaginations calm and fair,\\nThe memory like a cloudless air,\\nThe conscience as a sea at rest:", "height": "2834", "width": "1732", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0086.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "IN MEMORIAM. 81\\nBut when the heart is full of din,\\nAnd doubt beside the portal waits,\\nThe}^ can but listen at the gates,\\nAnd hear the household jar within.\\nxcv.\\nBy night we linger d on the lawn,\\nFor underfoot the herb was dry;\\nAnd genial Vv^armth and o er the sky\\nThe silvery haze of summer drawn;\\nAnd calm that let the tapers burn\\nUnwavering; not a cricket chirr d:\\nThe brook alone far-off was heard,\\nAnd on the board the fluttering urn:\\nAnd bats went round in fragrant skies,\\nAnd wheel d or lit the filmy shapes\\nThat haunt the dusk, with ermine capes\\nAnd woolly breasts and beaded eyes;\\nWhile now we sang old songs that peal d\\nFrom knoll to knoll, where, couch d at\\nease,\\nThe white kine glimmer d, and the trees\\nLaid their dark arms about the field.\\nBut when those others, one by one,\\nWithdrew themselves from me and night,\\nAnd in the house light after light\\nWent out, and I was all alone.\\nA hunger seized my heart; I read\\nOf that glad year which once had been^", "height": "2844", "width": "1747", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0087.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "82 IN MEMORIAM.\\nIn those fall n leaves which kept their\\ngreen,\\nThe noble letters of the dead:\\nAnd strangely on the silence broke\\nThe silent-speaking words, and strange\\nWas love s dumb cry defying change\\nTo test his worth and strangely spoke\\nThe faith, the vigor, bold to dwell\\nOn doubts that drive the coward back,\\nAnd keep thro* wordy snares to track\\nSuggestion to her inmost cell.\\nSo word by word, and line by line,\\nThe dead man touch d me from the past.\\nAnd all at once it seem d at last\\nThe living soul was flash d on mine,\\nAnd mine in this was wound, and whirl d\\nAbout empyrial heights of thought,\\nAnd came on that which is, and caught\\nThe deep pulsations of the world,\\n^\u00e2\u0096\u00a0^onian music measuring out\\nThe steps of Time the shocks of Chance\\nThe blows of Death. At length my trance\\nWas cancell d, stricken thro with doubt.\\nVague words! but ah, how hard to frame\\nIn matter-moulded forms of speech.\\nOr ev n for intellect to reach\\nThro memory that which I became:", "height": "2834", "width": "1732", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0088.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "IN MEMORIAM. 83\\nTill now the doubtful dusk reveal d\\nThe knolls once more where, couch d at\\nease,\\nThe white kine glimmer d, and the trees\\nLaid their dark arms about the field\\nAnd suck d from out the distant gloom\\nA breeze began to tremble o er\\nThe large leaves of the sycamore.\\nAnd fluctuate all the still perfume,\\nAnd gathering freshlier overhead,\\nRock d the full-foliaged elms, and swung\\nThe heavy-folded rose, and flung\\nThe lilies to and fro, and said\\nThe dawn, the dawn, and died away;\\nAnd East and West, without a breath,\\nMixt their dim lights, like life and death,\\nTo broaden into boundless day.\\nXCVI.\\nYou say, but with no touch of scorn.\\nSweet-hearted, you, whose light blue eyes\\nAre tender over drowning flies.\\nYou tell me, doubt is Devil-born.\\nI know^ not one indeed I knew\\nIn many a subtle question versed,\\nWho touch d a jarring lyre at first,\\nBut ever strove to make it true:\\nPerplext in faith, but pure in deeds,\\nAt last he beat his music out.", "height": "2844", "width": "1747", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0089.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "84 IN MEMORIAM.\\nThere lives more faith in honest doubt,\\nBelieve me, than in half the creeds.\\nHe fought his doubts and gather d strength,\\nHe would not make his judgment blind.\\nHe faced the specters of the mind\\nAnd laid them: thus he came at length\\nTo find a stronger faith his own;\\nAnd Power was with him in the night,\\nWhich m.akes the darkness and the light,\\nAnd dv/ells not in the light alone,\\nBut in the darkness and the cloud,\\nAs over Sinai s peaks of old,\\nWhile Israel made their gods of gold\\nAltho the trumpet blew so loud.\\nXCVII.\\nMy love has talk d with rocks and trees;\\nHe finds no misty mountain-ground\\nHis own vast shadow glory-crown d;\\nHe sees himself in all he sees.\\nTwo partners of a married life\\nI look d on these and thought of thee\\nIn vastness and in mystery.\\nAnd of my spirit as of a wife.\\nThese two they dwelt with eye on eye,\\nTheir hearts of old had beat in tune.\\nTheir meetings made December June,\\nTheir every parting v/as to die.", "height": "2834", "width": "1732", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0090.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "IN MEMORIAM. 85\\nTheir love has never passed away;\\nThe days she never can forget\\nAre earnest that he loves her yet,\\nWhate er the faithless people say.\\nHer life is lone, he sits apart,\\nHe loves her yet, she will not v/eep,\\nTho rapt in matters dark and deep\\nHe seems to slight her simple heart.\\nHe thrids the labyrinth of the mind,\\nHe reads the secret of the star.\\nHe seems so near and yet so far,\\nHe looks so cold she thinks him kind.\\nShe keeps the gift of years before,\\nA wither d violet is her bliss:\\nShe knows not what his greatness is,\\nFor that, for all, she loves him more.\\nFor him she plays, to him she signs\\nOf early faith and plighted vows\\nShe knows but matters of the house,\\nAnd he, he knows a thousand things.\\nHer faith is fixt and cannot move,\\nShe darkly feels him great and wise.\\nShe dwells on him with faithful eyes,\\nI cannot understand; I love.\\nxcvni.\\nYou leave us, you vv ill see the P.hine,\\nx\\\\nd those fair hills I sail d below,", "height": "2844", "width": "1747", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0091.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "86 IN ME MORI AM.\\nWhen I was there with him and go\\nBy summer belts of wheat and vine\\nTo where he breathed his latest breath,\\nThat City. All her splendor seems\\nNo livelier than the wisp that gleams\\nOn Lethe in the eyes of Death.\\nLet her great Danube rolling fair\\nEnwind her isles, unmark d of me:\\nI have not seen, I will not see\\nVienna rather dream that there,\\nA treble darkness, Evil haunts\\nThe birth, the bridal; friend from friend\\nIs oftener parted, fathers bend\\nAbove more graves, a thousand wants\\nGuard at the heels of men, and prey\\nBy each cold hearth, and sadness flings\\nHer shadow on the blaze of kings;\\nAnd yet myself have heard him say,\\nThat not in any mother town\\nWith statelier progress to and fro\\nThe double tides of chariots flow\\nBy park and suburb under brown\\nOf lustier leaves; nor more content.\\nHe told me, lives in any crowd.\\nWhen all is gay with lamps, and loud\\nWith sport and song, in booth and tent,", "height": "2834", "width": "1732", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0092.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "IN MEMORIAM. 87\\nImperial halls, or open plain;\\nAnd wheels the circled dance, and breaks\\nThe rocket molten into flakes\\nOf crimson or in emerald rain.\\nXCIX.\\nRisest thou thus, dim dawn, again,\\nSo loud with voices of the birds,\\nSo thick with lowings of the herds.\\nDay, when I lost the flower of men;\\nWho tremblest thro thy darkling red\\nOn yon swoll n brook that bubbles fast\\nBy meadows breathing of the past\\nAnd woodlands holy to the dead\\nWho murmurest in the foliaged eaves\\nA song that slights the coming care,\\nAnd Autumn laying here and there\\nA flery finger on the leaves;\\nWho wakest with thy balmy breath\\nTo myriads on the genial earth,\\nMemories of bridal, or of birth.\\nAnd unto myriads more, of death.\\nwheresoever those may be.\\nBetwixt the slumber of the poles.\\nTo-day they count as kindred sonls:\\nThey know me not, but mourn with me.\\nC.\\n1 climb the hill from end to end\\nOf all the landscape underneath,", "height": "2844", "width": "1747", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0093.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "88 IN MEMORIAM.\\nI find no place that does not breathe\\nSome gracious memory of my friend;\\nNo gray old grange, or lonely fold,\\nOr low morass and whispering reed,\\nOr simple stile from mead to mead,\\nOr sheepwalk up the windy wold\\nNor hoary knoll of ash and haw\\nThat l^ears the latest linnet trill,\\nNor quarry trench d along the hill\\nAnd haunted by the wrangling daw;\\nNor runlet tinkling from the rock\\nNor pastoral rivulet that swerves\\nTo left and right thro meadowy curves,\\nThat feed the mothers of the flock\\nBut each has pleased a kindred eye.\\nAnd each reflects a kindlier day;\\nAnd leaving, these, to pass away,\\nI think once more he seems to die.\\nCI.\\nUnwatch d, the garden bough shall sv/ay,\\nThe tender blossom flutter down,\\nUnloved, that beech will gather brown.\\nThis maple burn itself away;\\nUnloved, the sun-flower, shining fair,\\nRay round with flames her disk of seed.\\nAnd may a rose-carnation feed\\nWith summer spice the hummJng air;", "height": "2834", "width": "1732", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0094.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "IN MEMORIAM. 89\\nUnloved, by many a sandy bar,\\nThe brook shall babble down the plain,\\nAt noon or when the lesser wain\\nIs twining round the polar star;\\nUncared for, gird the windy grove,\\nAnd flood the haunts of hern and crake\\nOr into silver arrows break\\nThe sailing moon in creek and cove\\nTill from the garden and the wild\\nA fresh association blow,\\nAnd year by year the landscape grow\\nFamiliar to the stranger s child;\\nAs year by year the laborer tills\\nHis wonted glebe, or lops the glades;\\nAnd year by year our memory fades\\nFrom all the circle of the hills.\\nCII.\\nWe leave the well-beloved place\\nWhere first we gazed upon the sky;\\nThe roofs, that heard our earliest cry,\\nWill shelter one of stranger race.\\nWe go, but ere we go from home,\\nAs down the garden-walks I move,\\nTwo spirits of a diverse love\\nContend for loving masterdom.\\nOne whispers, *Here thy boyhood sung\\nLong since its matin song, and heard", "height": "2844", "width": "1747", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0095.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "90 IN MEMORIAM.\\nThe low love-language of the bird\\nIn native hazels tassel-hung.\\nThe other answers, Yea, but here\\nThy feet have stray d in after hours\\nWith thy lost friend among the bowers,\\nAnd this hath made them trebly dear.\\nThese two have striven half the day,\\nAnd each prefers his separate claim,\\nPoor rivals in a losing game,\\nThat will not yield each other way.\\nI turn to go: my feet are set\\nTo leave the pleasant fields and farms\\nThey mix in one another s arms\\nTo one pure image of regret.\\ncm.\\nOn that last night before we went\\nFrom out the doors where I was bred,\\nI dream d a vision of the dead,\\nWhich left my after-morn content.\\nMethought I dwelt within a hall.\\nAnd maidens with me: distant hills\\nFrom hidden summits fed with rills\\nA river sliding by the wall.\\nThe hall v/ith harp and carol rang.\\nThey sang of what is wise and good\\nAnd graceful. In the center stood\\nA statue veil d, to which they sang;", "height": "2834", "width": "1732", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0096.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "IN MEMORIAM. 91\\nAnd which, thro veil d, was known to me,\\nThe shape of him I loved, and love\\nFor ever then flew in a dove\\nAnd brought a summons from the sea:\\nAnd when they learnt that I must go\\nThey wept and wail d, but led the way\\nTo where a little shallop lay\\nAt anchor in the flood below\\nAnd on by many a level mead,\\nAnd shadowing bluff that made the banks.\\nWe glided winding under ranks\\nOf iris, and the golden reed\\nAnd still as vaster grew the shore\\nAnd roll d the floods in grander space,\\nThe maidens gather d strength and grace\\nAnd presence, lordlier than before;\\nAnd I myself, who sat apart\\nAnd watch d them, wax d in every limb,\\nI felt the thews of Anakim,\\nThe pulses of a Titan s heart;\\nAs one would sing the death of War,\\nAnd one would chant the history\\nOf that great race, which is to be,\\nAnd one the shaping of a star;\\nUntil the forward-creeping tides\\nBegan to foam, and we to draw\\nFrom deep to deep, to where we saw\\nA great ship lift her shining sides.", "height": "2844", "width": "1747", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0097.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "92 IN MEMORIAM.\\nThe man we loved v/as there on deck,\\nBut thrice as large as man he bent\\nTo greet us. Up the side I went,\\nAnd fell in silence on his neck\\nWhereat those maidens with one mind\\nBewail d their lot; I did them wrong:\\nWe served thee here, they said, *so\\nlong,\\nAnd wilt thou leave us now behind?\\nSo rapt I was, they could not win\\nAn answer from my lips, but he\\nReplying, Enter likewise ye\\nAnd go with us: they enter d in.\\nAnd while the wind began to sweep\\nA music out of sheet and shroud,\\nWe steer d her toward a crimson cloud\\nThat landlike slept along the deep.\\nCIV.\\nThe time draws near the birth of Christ;\\nThe moon is hid, the night is still;\\nA single church below the hill\\nIs pealing, folded in the midst.\\nA single peal of bells below.\\nThat wakens at this hour of rest\\nA single murmur in the breast,\\nThat these are not the bells I know.\\nLike strangers voices here they sound.\\nIn lands where not a memory strays,", "height": "2834", "width": "1732", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0098.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "IN MEMORIAM. 93\\nNor landmark breathes of other days,\\nBut all is new unhallow d ground.\\nCV.\\nTo-night tingather d let us leave\\nThis laurel, let this holly stand\\nWe live within the stranger s land,\\nAnd strangely falls our Christmas-eve.\\nOur father s dust is left alone\\nAnd silent under other snows:\\nThere in due time the woodbine blows.\\nThe violet comes, but we are gone.\\nNo more shall wayward grief abuse\\nThe genial hour with mask and mime\\nFor change of place, like growth of time,\\nHas broke the bond of dying use.\\nLet cares that petty shadows cast.\\nBy which our lives are chiefly proved,\\nA little spare the night I loved,\\nAnd hold it solemn to the past.\\nBut let no footstep beat the floor,\\nNor bowl of wassail mantle warm;\\nFor who would keep an ancient form\\nThro which the spirit breathes no more?\\nBe neither song, nor game, nor feast;\\nNor harp be touch d, nor flute be blown\\nNo dance, no motion, save alone\\nWhat lightens in the lucid east", "height": "2844", "width": "1747", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0099.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "94 IN MEMORIAM.\\nOf rising worlds by yonder wood.\\nLong sleeps the summer in the seed:\\nRun out your measured arcs, and lead\\nThe closing cycle rich in good.\\nCVI.\\nRing out, wild bells, to the wild sky.\\nThe flying cloud, the frosty light:\\nThe year is dying in the night\\nRing out, wild bells, and let him die.\\nRing out the old, ring in the new,\\nRing, happy bells, across the snow:\\nThe year is going, let him go;\\nRing out the false, ring in the true.\\nRing out the grief that saps the mind,\\nFor those that here we see no more\\nRing out the feud of rich and poor,\\nRing in redress to all mankind.\\nRing out a slowly dying cause.\\nAnd ancient forms of party strife\\nRing in the nobler modes of life,\\nWith sweeter manners, purer laws.\\nRing out the want, the care, the sin.\\nThe faithless coldness of the times\\nRing out, ring out my mournful rhymes.\\nBut ring the fuller minstrel in.\\nRing out false pride in place and blood,\\nThe civic slander and the spite", "height": "2834", "width": "1732", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0100.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "IN MEMORIAM. 96\\nRing in the love of truth and right,\\nRing in the common love of good.\\nRing out old shapes of foul disease\\nRing out the narrowing lust of gold\\nRing out the thousand wars of old,\\nRing in the thousand years of peace.\\nRing in the valiant man and free,\\nThe larger heart, the kindlier hand;\\nRing out the darkness of the land,\\nRing in the Christ that is to be.\\nCVII.\\nIt is the day when he was born,\\nA bitter day that early sank\\nBehind a purple-frosty bank\\nOf vapor, leaving night forlorn.\\nThe time admits not flowers or leaves\\nTo deck the banquet. Fiercely flies\\nThe blast of North and East, and ice\\nMakes daggers at the sharpen d eaves,\\nAnd bristles all the brakes and thorns\\nTo yon hard crescent, as she hangs\\nAbove the wood which grides and clangs\\nIts leafless ribs and iron horns\\nTogether, in the drifts that pass\\nTo darken on the rolling brine\\nThat breaks the coast. But fetch the wine,\\nArrange the board and brim the glass;", "height": "2844", "width": "1747", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0101.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "96 IN MEMORIAM.\\nBring in great logs and let them lie,\\nTo make a solid core of heat\\nBe cheerful-minded, talk and treat\\nOf all things e en as he were by\\nWe keep the day. With festal cheer,\\nWith books and music, surely we\\nWill drink to him, whate er he be,\\nAnd sing the songs he loved to hear.\\nCVIII.\\nI will not shut me from my kind,\\nAnd, lest I stiffen into stone,\\nI will not eat my heart alone,\\nNor feed with sighs a passing wind\\nWhat profit lies in barren faith.\\nAnd vacant, yearning, tho with might\\nTo scale the heaven s highest height,\\nOr dive below the wells of Death?\\nWhat find I in the highest place.\\nBut mine own phantom chanting hymns?\\nAnd on the depths of death there swims\\nThe reflex of a human face.\\nI ll rather take^what fruit may be\\nOf sorrow under human skies:\\nTis held that sorrow makes us wise,\\nWhatever wisdom sleep with thee.", "height": "2834", "width": "1732", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0102.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "IN MEMORIAM. 97\\nCIX.\\nHeart-affluence in discursive talk\\nFrom household fountains never dry;\\nThe critic clearness of an eye,\\nThat saw thro all the Muses walk;\\nSeraphic intellect and force\\nTo seize and throw the doubts of man;\\nImpassion d logic, which outran\\nThe hearer in its fiery course\\nHigh nature amorous of the good,\\nBut touch d with no ascetic gloom;\\nAnd passion pure in snowy bloom\\nThro all the years of April blood;\\nA love of freedom rarely felt,\\nOf freedom in her regal seat\\nOf England; not the schoolboy heat,\\nThe blind hysterics of the Celt\\nAnd manhood fused with female grace\\nIn such a sort, the child would twine\\nA trustful hand, unask d, in thine,\\nAnd find his comfort in thy face\\nAll these have been, and thee mine eyes\\nHave look d on: if they look d in vain,\\nMy shame is greater who remain.\\nNor let thy wisdom make me wise.\\nex.\\nThy converse drew us with delight,\\nThe men of rathe and riper years:\\n7 la Memoriam", "height": "2844", "width": "1747", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0103.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "98 IN MEMORIAM.\\nThe feeble soul, a haunt of fears,\\nForgot his weakness in thy sight.\\nOn thee the loyal-hearted hung,\\nThe proud was half disarm *d of pride,\\nNor cared the serpent at thy side\\nTo flicker with his double tongue.\\nThe stern were mild when thou wert by.\\nThe flippant put himself to school\\nAnd heard thee, and the brazen fool\\nWas soften d, and he knew not why,\\nWhile I, thy nearest, sat apart.\\nAnd felt thy triumph was as mine\\nAnd loved them more, that they were thine,\\nThe graceful tact, the Christian art;\\nNor mine the sweetness or the skill.\\nBut mine the love that will not tire.\\nAnd, born of love, the vague desire\\nThat spurs an imitative will.\\nCXI.\\nThe churl in spirit, up or down\\nAlong the scale of ranks, thro all,\\nTo him who grasps a golden ball,\\nBy blood a king, at heart a clown\\nThe churl in spirit, howe er he veil\\nHis want in forms for fashion s sake,\\nWill let his coltish nature break\\nAt seasons thro the glided pale:", "height": "2834", "width": "1732", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0104.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "IN MEMORIAM. 99\\nFor who can always act? but he,\\nTo whom a thousand memories call,\\nNot being less but more than all\\nThe gentleness he seem d to be,\\nBest seem d the thing he was, and join d\\nEach office of the social hour\\nTo noble manners, as the flower\\nAnd native growth of noble mind\\nNor ever narrowness or spite,\\nOr villain fancy fleeting by.\\nDrew in the expression of an eye,\\nWhere God and Nature met in light;\\nAnd thus he bore without abuse\\nThe grand old name of gentleman.\\nDefamed by every charlatan,\\nAnd soil d with all ignoble use.\\nCXII.\\nHigh wisdom holds my wisdom less,\\nThat I, who gaze with temperate eyes\\nOn glorious insufficiencies,\\nSet light by narrower perfectness.\\nBut thou, that fillest all the room\\nOf all my love, art reason why\\nI seem to cast a careless eye\\nOn souls, the lesser lords of doom.\\nFor what wert thou? some novel power\\nSprang up forever at a touch,\\nUfC.", "height": "2844", "width": "1747", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0105.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "100 IN MEMORIAM.\\nAnd hope could never hope too much,\\nIn watching thee from hour to hour.\\nLarge elements in order brought\\nAnd tracts of calm from tempest made,\\nAnd world-wide fluctuation sway d\\nIn vassal tides that follow d thought.\\nCXIII.\\nTis held that sorrow makes us wise;\\nYet how much wisdom sleeps with thee\\nWhich not alone had guided me,\\nBut served the seasons that may rise\\nFor can I doubt, who knew thee keen\\nIn intellect, with force and skill\\nTo strive, to fashion, to fulfil\\nI doubt not what thou wouldst have been:\\nA life in civic action warm,\\nA soul on highest mission sent,\\nA potent voice of Parliament,\\nA pillar steadfast in the storm,\\nShould licensed boldness gather force.\\nBecoming, when the time has birth,\\nA lever to uplift the earth\\nAnd roll it in another course.\\nWith thousand shocks that come and go,\\nWith agonies, with energies,\\nWith overthrowings, and with cries\\nAnd undulations to and fro.", "height": "2834", "width": "1732", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0106.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "IN MEMORIAM. 101\\nCXIV\\nWho loves not Knowledge? Who shall rail\\nAgainst her beauty? May she mix\\nWith men and prosper! Who shall fix\\nHer pillars? Let her work prevail.\\nBut on her forehead sits a fire\\nShe sets her forward countenance\\nAnd leaps into the future chance.\\nSubmitting all things to desire.\\nHalf-grown as yet, a child, and vain\\nShe cannot fight the fear of death.\\nWhat is she, cut from love and faith,\\nBut some wild Pallas from the brain\\nOf Demons? fiery-hot to burst\\nAll barriers in her onward race\\nFor power. Let her know her place;\\nShe is the second, not the first.\\nA higher hand must make her mild.\\nIf all be not in vain and guide\\nHer footsteps, moving side by side\\nWith wisdom, like the younger child:\\nFor she is earthly of the mind,\\nBut Wisdom heavenly of the soul.\\nO, friend, who camest to thy goal\\nSo early, leaving me behind,\\nI would the great world grew like thee,\\nWho greatest not alone in power", "height": "2844", "width": "1747", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0107.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "102 IN MEMORIAM.\\nAnd knowledge, but by year and hour\\nIn reverence and in charity.\\ncxv.\\nNow fades the last long streak of snow,\\nNow burgeons every maze of quick\\nAbout the flowering squares, and thick\\nBy ashen roots the violets blow.\\nNow rings the woodland loud and long,\\nThe distance takes a lovelier hue,\\nAnd drown d in yonder living blue\\nThe lark becomes a sightless song.\\nNow dance the lights on lawn and lea.\\nThe flocks are whiter down the vale.\\nAnd milkier every milky sail\\nOn winding stream or distant sea;\\nWhere now the seamew pipes, or dives\\nIn yonder greening gleam, and fly\\nThe happy birds, that change their sky\\nTo build and brood that live their lives\\nFrom land to land and in my breast\\nSpring wakens too; and my regret\\nBecomes an April violet.\\nAnd buds and blossoms like the rest.\\nCXVI.\\nIs it, then, regret for buried time\\nThat keenlier in sweet April wakes,", "height": "2834", "width": "1732", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0108.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "IN MEMORIAM. 103\\nAnd meets the year, and gives and takes\\nThe colors of the crescent prime?\\nNot all: the songs, the stirring air,\\nThe life re^orient out of dust,\\nCry thro the sense to hearten trust\\nIn that which made the world so fair.\\nNot all regret the face will shine\\nUpon me, while I muse alone\\nAnd that dear voice, I once have known,\\nStill speak to me of me and mine\\nYet less of sorrow lives in me\\nFor days of happy commune dead\\nLess yearning for the friendship fled,\\nThan some strong bond which is to be.\\nCXVII.\\nO days and hours, your work is this\\nTo hold me from my proper place,\\nA little while from his embrace,\\nFor fuller gain of after bliss:\\nThat out of distance might ensue\\nDesire of nearness doubly sweet;\\nAnd unto meeting when we meet,\\nDelight a hundredfold accrue.\\nFor every grain of sand that runs.\\nAnd every span of shade that steals,\\nAnd every kiss of toothed wheels.\\nAnd all the courses of the suns.", "height": "2844", "width": "1747", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0109.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "104 IN MEMORIAM.\\nCXVIII.\\nContemplate all this work of Time,\\nThe giant laboring in his youth\\nNor dream of human love and truth,\\nAs dying Nature s earth and lime;\\nBut trust that those we call the dead.\\nAre breathers of an ampler day\\nForever nobler ends. They say,\\nThe solid earth whereon we tread\\nIn tracts of fluent heat began,\\nAnd grew to seeming-random forms.\\nThe seeming prey of cyclic storms.\\nTill at the last arose the man\\nWho throve and branch d from clime to clime,\\nAnd herald of a higher race,\\nAnd of himself in higher place.\\nIf so he type this work of time\\nWithin himself, from more to more;\\nOr, crown d with attributes of woe\\nLike glories, move his course, and show\\nThat life is not as idle ore.\\nBut iron dug from central gloom.\\nAnd heated hot with burning fears,\\nAnd dipt in baths of hissing tears.\\nAnd batter d with the shocks of doom\\nTo shape and use. Arise and fly\\nThe reelingf Faun, the sensual feast:", "height": "2834", "width": "1732", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0110.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "IN MEMORIAM. 105\\nMove upward, working out the beast,\\nAnd let the ape and tiger die.\\nCXIX.\\nDoors, where my heart was used to beat\\nSo quickly, not as one that weeps\\nI come once more; the city sleeps;\\nI smell the meadow in the street;\\nI hear a chirp of birds; I see\\nBetwixt the black fronts long-withdrawn\\nA light-blue lane of early dawn,\\nAnd think of early days and thee,\\nAnd bless thee, for thy lips are bland,\\nAnd bright the friendship of thine eye\\nAnd in my thoughts with scarce a sigh\\nI take the pressure of thine hand.\\nCXX.\\nI trust I have not wasted breath\\nI think we are not wholly brain.\\nMagnetic mockeries; not in vain,\\nLike Paul with beasts, I fought with Death\\nNot only cunning casts in clay\\nLet Science prove we are, and then\\nWhat matters Science unto men,\\nAt least to me? I would not stay.\\nLet him, the wiser man who springs\\nHereafter, up from childhood shape\\n8 In Memoriam", "height": "2844", "width": "1747", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0111.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "106 IN MEMORIAM.\\nHis action like the greater ape,\\nBut I was born to other things.\\nCXXI.\\nSad Hesper o er the buried sun\\nAnd ready, thou, to die with him,\\nThou watchest all things ever dim\\nAnd dimmer, and a glory done\\nThe team is loosen d from the wain,\\nThe boat is drawn upon the shore\\nThou listenest to the closing door,\\nAnd life is darken d in the brain.\\nBright Phosphor, fresher for the night,\\nBy thee the world s great work is heard\\nBeginning, and the wakeful bird;\\nBehind thee comes the greater light:\\nThe market boat is on the stream.\\nAnd voices hail it from the brink\\nThou hear st the village hammer clink.\\nAnd see st the moving of the team.\\nSweet Hesper- Phosphor, double name\\nFor what is one, the first the last.\\nThou, like my present and my past.\\nThy place is changed thou art the same.\\nCXXII.\\nOh, wast thou with me, dearest, then,\\nWhile I rose up against my doom.", "height": "2834", "width": "1732", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0112.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "IN MEMORIAM. lOT\\nAnd yearn d to burst the folded gloom,.\\nTo bare the eternal Heavens again,\\nTo feel once more, in placid awe,\\nThe strong imagination roll\\nA sphere of stars about my soul,\\nIn all her motion one with law\\nIf thou wert with me, and the grave\\nDivide us not, be with me now.\\nAnd enter in at breast and brow,\\nTill all my blood, a fuller wave.\\nBe quicken d with a livelier breath,\\nAnd like an inconsiderate boy.\\nAs in the former flash of joy,\\nI slip the thoughts of life and death;\\nAnd all the breeze of Fancy blows.\\nAnd every dew-drop paints a bow,\\nThe wizard lightnings deeply glow,\\nAnd every thought breaks out a rose.\\nCXXIII.\\nThere rolls the deep where grew the tree.\\nO earth, what changes hast thou seen\\nThere where the long street roars, hath\\nbeen\\nThe stillness of the central sea.\\nThe hills are shadows, and they flow\\nFrom form to form, and nothing stands;", "height": "2844", "width": "1747", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0113.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "108 IN MEMORIAM.\\nThey melt like mist, the solid lands\\nLike clouds they shape themselves and\\no^O.\\nBut in my spirit will I dwell,\\nAnd dream my dream, and hold it true;\\nFor tho my lips may breathe adieu,\\nI cannot think the thing farewell.\\nCXXIV.\\nThait which we dare invoke to bless;\\nOur dearest faith; our ghastliest doubt;\\nHe, They, One, All; within, without;\\nThe Power in darkness whom we guess;\\nI found Him not in world or sun.\\nOr eagle s wing, or insect s e5^e;\\nNor thro the questions men may try.\\nThe petty cobwebs we have spun\\nIf e er when faith had fall n asleep,\\nI heard a voice believe no more,\\nAnd heard an ever-breaking shore\\nThat tumbled in the Godless deep;\\nA warmth within the breast would meU\\nThe freezing reason s colder part,\\nAnd like a man in wrath the heart\\nStood up and answer d I have felt.\\nNo, like a child in doubt and fear:\\nBut that blind clamor made me wise;\\nThen was I as a child that cries,\\nBut, crying, knows his father near;", "height": "2834", "width": "1732", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0114.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "IN MEMORIAM. 109\\nAnd what I am beheld again\\nWhat is, and no man understands;\\nAnd out of darkness came the hands\\nThat reach thro nature, moulding men.\\nCXXV.\\nWhatever I have said or sung,\\nSome bitter notes my harp would give,\\nYea, tho there often seem d to live\\nA contradiction on the tongue,\\nYet Hope had never lost her youth;\\nShe did but look through dimmer eyes:\\nOr Love but play d with gracious lies,\\nBecause he felt so fix d in truth:\\nAnd if the song were full of care,\\nHe breathed the spirit of the song\\nAnd if the words were sweet and strong\\nHe set his royal signet there;\\nAbiding with me till I sail\\nTo seek thee on the mystic deeps,\\nAnd this electric force, that keeps\\nA thousand pulses dancing, fail.\\nCXXVI.\\nLove is and was my Lord and King,\\nAnd in his presence I attend\\nTo hear the tidings of my friend,\\nWhich every hour his couriers bring.", "height": "2844", "width": "1747", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0115.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "110 IN MEMORIAM.\\nLove is and was my King and Lord,\\nAnd will be, tho as yet I keep\\nWithin his court on earth, and sleep\\nEncompass d by his faithful guard.\\nAnd hear at times a sentinel\\nWho moves about from place to place,\\nAnd whispers to the worlds of space,\\nIn the deep night, that all is well.\\nCXXVII.\\nAnd all is well, tho faith and form\\nBesunder d in the night of fear;\\nWell roars the storm to those that hear\\nA deeper voice across the storm,\\nProclaiming social truth shall spread,\\nAnd justice, ev n tho thrice again\\nThe red fool-fury of the Seine\\nShould pile her barricades with dead.\\nBut ill for him that wears a crown.\\nAnd him, the lazar, in his rags;\\nThey tremble, the sustaining crags;\\nThe spires of ice are toppled down.\\nAnd molten up, and roar in flood;\\nThe fortress crashes from on high.\\nThe brute earth lightens to the sky.\\nAnd the great ^on sinks in blood,\\nAnd compass d by the fires of Hell;\\nWhile thou, dear spirit, happy star,", "height": "2834", "width": "1732", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0116.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "IN MEMORIAM. Ill\\nO erlook st the tumult from afar,\\nAnd smilest, knowing all is well.\\nCXXVIII.\\nThe love that rose on stronger wings,\\nUnpalsied when he met with Death,\\nIs comrade of the lesser faith\\nThat sees the course of human things.\\nNo doubt vast eddies in the flood\\nOf onward time shall yet be made,\\nAnd throned races may degrade;\\nYet O ye mysteries of good,\\nWild Hours that fly with Hope and Fear,\\nIf all your office had to do\\nWith old results that look like new;\\nIf this were all your mission here,\\nTo draw, to sheathe a useless sword.\\nTo fool the crowd with glorious lies.\\nTo cleave a creed in sects and cries.\\nTo change the bearing of a word,\\nTo shift an arbitrary power,\\nTo cramp the student at his desk.\\nTo make old bareness picturesque\\nAnd tuft with grass a feudal tower;\\nWhy then my scorn might well descend\\nOn you and yours. I see in part\\nThat all, as in some piece of art,\\nIs toil co-operant to an end.", "height": "2844", "width": "1747", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0117.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "112 IN ME MORI AM.\\nCXXIX.\\nDear friend, far off, my lost desire,\\nSo far, so near in woe and weal\\nloved the most, when most I feel\\nThere is a lower and a higher;\\nKnown and unknown; human, divine;\\nSweet hum.an hand and lips and eye\\nDear heavenly friend that canst not die,\\nMine, mine, forever, ever mine;\\nStrange friend, past, present, and to be;\\nLoved deeplier, darklier understood;\\nBehold, I dream a dream of good,\\nAnd mingle all the world with thee.\\ncxxx.\\nThy voice is on the rolling air;\\n1 hear thee where the waters run\\nThou standest in the rising sun,\\nAnd in the setting thou art fair.\\nWhat art thou then? I cannot guess;\\nBut tho I seem in star and flower\\nTo feel thee some diffusive power,\\nI do not therefore love thee less:\\nMy love involves the love before;\\nMy love is vaster passion now\\nTho mix d with God and Nature thou,\\nI seem to love thee more and more.", "height": "2834", "width": "1732", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0118.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "IN MEMORIAM. 113\\nFar off thou art, but ever nigh\\nI have thee still, and I rejoice;\\nI prosper, circled with thy voice;\\nI shall not lose thee tho I die.\\nCXXXI.\\nO living- will that shalt endure\\nWhen all that seems shall suffer shock,\\nRise in the spiritual rock.\\nFlow thro our deeds and make them pure,\\nThat we may lift from out of dust\\nA voice as unto him that hears,\\nA cry above the conquer d years\\nTo one that with us works, and trust.\\nWith faith that comes of self-control,\\nThe truths that never can be proved\\nUntil we close with all we loved.\\nAnd all we flow from, soul in soul.\\nO true and tried, so well and long.\\nDemand not thou a marriage lay;\\nIn that it is thy marriage day\\nIs music more than any song.\\nNor have I felt so much of bliss\\nSince first he told me that he loved\\nA daughter of our house nor proved\\nSince that dark day a day like this\\nTho I since then have number d o er\\nSome thrice three years: they went and\\ncame,", "height": "2844", "width": "1747", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0119.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "114 IN MEMORIAM.\\nRemade the blood and changed the frame,\\nAnd yet is love not less, but more;\\nNo longer caring to embalm\\nIn dying songs a dead regret,\\nBut like a statue solid-set,\\nAnd moulded in colossal calm.\\nRegret is dead, but love is more\\nThan in the summers that are flown.\\nFor I myself with these have grown\\nTo something greater than before\\nWhich makes appear the songs I made\\nAs echoes out of weaker times,\\nAs half but idle brawling rhymes.\\nThe sport of random sun and shade.\\nBut where is she, the bridal flower,\\nThat must be made a wife ere noon?\\nShe enters, glowing like the moon\\nOf Eden on its bridal bower:\\nOn me she bends her blissful eyes\\nAnd then on thee they meet thy look\\nAnd brighten like the star that shook\\nBetwixt the palms of paradise.\\nO when her life was yet in bud.\\nHe too foretold the perfect rose.\\nFor thee she grew, for thee she grows\\nFor ever, and as fair as good.\\nAnd thou art worthy full of power\\nAs gentle; liberal-minded, great.", "height": "2834", "width": "1732", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0120.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "IN MEMORIAM. 115\\nConsistent; wearing all that weight\\nOf learning lightly like a flower.\\nBut now set out the noon is near,\\nAnd I must give away the bride;\\nShe fears not, or with thee beside\\nAnd me behind her, will not fear.\\nFor I that danced her on my knee,\\nThat watch d her on her nurse s arm.\\nThat shielded all her life from harm\\nAt last must part with her to thee;\\nNow waiting to be made a wife,\\nHer feet, my darling, on the dead\\nTheir pensive tablets round her head,\\nAnd the most living words of life\\nBreathed in her ear. The ring is on.\\nThe *wilt thou answer d, and again\\nThe wilt thou ask d, till out of twain\\nHer sweet I will has made you one.\\nNow sign your names, which shall be read.\\nMute symbols of a joyful morn.\\nBy village eyes as yet unborn\\nThe names are sign d, and overhead\\nBegins the clash and clang that tells\\nThe joy to every wandering breeze;\\nThe blind wall rocks, and on the trees\\nThe dead leaf trembles to the bells.\\nO happy hour, and happier hours\\nAwait them. Many a merry face", "height": "2844", "width": "1747", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0121.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "116 IN MEMORIAM.\\nSalutes them maidens of the place,\\nThat pelt us in the porch with flowers.\\nO happy hour, behold the bride\\nV7ith him to whom her hand I gave.\\nThey leave the porch, they pass the grave\\nThat has to-day its sunny side.\\nTo-day the grave is bright for me,\\nFor them the light of life increased.\\nWho stay to share the morning feast,\\nWho rest to-night beside the sea.\\nLet all my genial spirits advance\\nTo meet and greet a whiter sun\\nMy drooping memory will not shun\\nThe foaming grape of eastern France.\\nIt circles round, and fancy plays.\\nAnd hearts are warm d and faces bloom,\\nAs drinking health to bride and groom\\nWe wish them store of happy days.\\nNor count me all to blame if I\\nConjecture of a stiller guest.\\nPerchance, perchance, among the rest.\\nAnd, tho in silence, wishing joy.\\nBut they must go, the time draws on,\\nAnd those white- favor d horses wait;\\nThey rise, but linger; it is late;\\nFarewell, we kiss, and they are gone.", "height": "2834", "width": "1732", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0122.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "IN MEMORIAM. 117\\nA shade falls on us like the dark\\nFrom little cloudlets on the grass,\\nBut sweeps away as out we pass\\nTo range the woods, to roam the park,\\nDiscussing how their courtship grew,\\nAnd talk of others that are wed,\\nAnd how she look d, and what he said,\\nAnd back we come at fall of dew.\\nAgain the feast, the speech, the glee,\\nThe shade of passing thought, the wealth\\nOf words and wit, the double health,\\nThe crowning cup, the three-times-three,\\nAnd last the dance; till I retire:\\nDumb is that tower which spake so loud.\\nAnd high in heaven the streaming cloud,\\nAnd on the downs a rising fire.\\nAnd rise, O moon, from yonder down.\\nTill over down and over dale\\nAll night the shining vapor sail\\nAnd pass the silent-lighted town.\\nThe white-faced halls, the glancing rills,\\nAnd catch at every mountain head.\\nAnd o er the friths that branch and spread\\nTheir sleeping silver thro the hills;\\nAnd touch with shade the bridal doors;\\nWith tender gloom the roof, the wall;\\nAnd breaking let the splendor fall\\nTo spangle all the happy shores", "height": "2844", "width": "1747", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0123.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "118 IN MEMORIAM.\\nBy which they rest, and ocean sounds,\\nAnd, star and system rolling past,\\nA soul shall draw from out the vast\\nAnd strike his being into bounds,\\nAnd, moved thro life of lower phase,\\nResults in man, be born and think.\\nAnd act and love, a closer link\\nBetwixt us and the crowning race\\nOf those that, eye to eye, shall look\\nOn knowledge under whose command\\nIs Earth and Earth s, and in their hand\\nIs nature like an open book\\nNo longer half-akin to brute,\\nFor all we thought and loved and did,\\nAnd hoped, and suffer d, is but seed\\nOf what in them in flower and fruit;\\nWhereof the man, that with me trod\\nThis planet, was a noble type\\nAppearing ere the times were ripe,\\nThat friend of mine who lives in God,\\nThat God, which ever live and loves.\\nOne God, one law, one element,\\nAnd one far-off divine event,\\nTo which the whole creation moves.", "height": "2834", "width": "1732", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0124.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "THE LOVER S TALE.\\nThe original Preface to The Lover s Tale states\\nthat it v/as composed in my nineteenth year. Two\\nonly of the three parts then written were printed, when,\\nfeeling the imperfection of the poem, I withdrew it\\nfrom the press. One of my friends however who, boy-\\nlike, admired the boy s work, distributed among our com-\\nmon associates of that hour some copies of these two\\nparts, without my knowledge, without the omissions\\nand amendments which I had in contemplation, and\\nmarred by the many misprints of the compositor. See-\\ning that these two parts have of late been mercilessly\\npirated, and that what I had deemed scarce worthy to\\nlive is not allowed to die, may I not be pardoned if I\\nsuffer the whole poem at last to come into the light\\naccompanied with a reprint of the sequel \u00e2\u0080\u00a2a work of my\\nmature life The Golden Supper?\\nMay, 1879.\\nARGUMENT.\\nJulian, whose cousin and foster-sister, Camilla, has\\nbeen wedded to his friend and rival, Lionel, endeavors\\nto narrate the story of his own love for her, and the\\nstrange sequel. He speaks (in Parts II. and III.) of\\nhaving been haunted by visions and the sound of bells,\\ntolling for a funeral, and at last ringing for a marriage;\\nbut he breaks away, overcome, as he approaches the\\nEvent, and a witness to it completes the tale.\\nHere far away, seen from the topmost cliff,\\nFilling with purple gloom the vacancies\\nBetween the tufted hills, the sloping seas\\n119", "height": "2844", "width": "1747", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0125.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "120 THE LOVER S TALE.\\nHung in mid-heaven, and lialf-vvay clown rare\\nsails,\\nWhite as white clouds, floated from skv to sky.\\nOh! pleasant breast of waters, quiet bay,\\nLike to a quiet mind in the loud world,\\nWhere the chafed breakers of the outer sea\\nSank pow^erless, as anger falls aside\\nAnd withers on the breast of peaceful love\\nThou didst receive the growth of pines that\\nfledged\\nThe hills that watch d thee, as Love watcheth\\nLove,\\nIn thine owm essence, and delight thyself\\nTo make it wholly thine on sunny days.\\nKeep thou thy name of Lover s Bay. See,\\nsirs.\\nEven now the Goddess of the Past, that takes\\nThe heart, and sometimes touches but one\\nstring\\nThat quivers, and is silent, and sometimes\\nSweeps suddenly all its half-moulder d chords\\nTo some old melody, begins to play\\nThat air which pleased her first. I feci thy\\nbreath\\nI come, great Mistress of the ear and eye\\nThy breath is of the pinewood; and tho years\\nHave hollow d out a deep and stormy strait\\nBetwixt the native land of Love and me.\\nBreathe but a little on me, and the sail\\nWill draw me to the rising of the sun.\\nThe lucid chambers of the morning star,\\nAnd East of Life.\\nPermit me, friend, I prythee,", "height": "2834", "width": "1732", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0126.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "THE LOVER S TALE. 121\\nTo pass my hand across my brows, and muse\\nOn those dear hills, that never more will meet\\nThe sight that throbs and aches beneath my\\ntouch,\\nAs tho there beat a heart in either eye;\\nFor when the outer lights are darken d thus,\\nThe memory s vision hath a keener edge.\\nIt grows upon me now the semicircle\\nOf dark-blue waters and the narrow fringe\\nOf curving beach its wreaths of dripping\\ngreen\\nIts pale pink shells the summerhouse aloft\\nThat open d on the pines with doors of glass,\\nA mountain nest the pleasure-boat that\\nrock d,\\nLight-green with its own shadow, keel to keel,\\nUpon the dappled dimplings of the wave,\\nThat blanch d upon its side.\\nO Love, O Hope!\\nThey come, they crowd upon me all at once\\nMoved from the cloud of unforgotten things,\\nThat sometimes on the horizon of the mind\\nLies folded, often sweeps athwart in storm\\nFlash upon flash they lighten thro me days\\nOf dewy dawning and the amber eves\\nWhen thou and I, Camilla, thou and I\\nWere borne about the bay or safely moor d\\nBeneath a low-brow d cavern, where the tide\\nPlash d, sapping its worn ribs; and all without\\nThe slowly-ridging rollers on the cliffs.\\nClash d calling to each other, and thro the\\narch\\nDown those loud waters, like a setting star,", "height": "2844", "width": "1747", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0127.jp2"}, "128": {"fulltext": "122 THE LOVER S TALE.\\nMixt with the gorgeous west the lighthouse\\nshone,\\nAnd silver-smiling Venus ere she fell\\nWould often loiter in her balmy blue,\\nTo crown it with herself.\\nHere too, my love\\nWavered at anchor with me, when day hung\\nFrom his mid-dome in Heaven s airy halls;\\nGleams of the water-circles as they broke,\\nFlicker d like doubtful smiles about her lips,\\nQuiver*d a flying glory on her hair.\\nLeapt like a passing thought across her eyes;\\nAnd mine with one that will not pass, till earth\\nAnd heaven pass too, dwelt on my heaven, a\\nface\\nMost starry-fair, but kindled from within\\nAs twere with dawn. She was dark-hair d,\\ndark-eyed\\nOh, such dark eyes! a single glance of them\\nWill govern a whole life from birth to death,\\nCareless of all things else, led on with light\\nIn trances and in visions: look at them.\\nYou lose yourself in utter ignorance;\\nYon cannot find their depth for they go back.\\nAnd farther back, and still withdraw them-\\nselves\\nQuite into the deep soul, that evermore\\nFresh springing from her fountains in the\\nbrain,\\nStill pouring thro floods with redundant life\\nHer narrow portals.", "height": "2834", "width": "1732", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0128.jp2"}, "129": {"fulltext": "THE LOVER S TALE. 123\\nTrust me, long ago\\nI should have died, if it were possible\\nTo die in gazing on that perfectness\\nWhich I do bear within me: I had died,\\nBut from my farthest lapse, my latest ebb.\\nThine image, like a charm of light and strength\\nUpon the waters, push d me back again\\nOn these deserted sands of barren life.\\nTho from the deep vault where the heart of\\nHope\\nFell into dust, and crumbled in the dark\\nForgetting how to render beautiful\\nHer countenance with quick and healthful\\nblood\\nThou didst not sway me upward; could I\\nperish\\nWhile thou, a meteor of the sepulcher,\\nt)idst swathe thyself all round Hope s quiet urn\\nFor ever? He, that saith it, hath o erstept\\nThe slippery footing of his narrow wit,\\nAnd fall n away from judgment. Thou art\\nlight,\\nTo which my spirit leaneth all her flowers,\\nAnd length of days, and immortality\\nOf thought, and freshness ever self-renew d.\\nFor Time and Grief abode too long with Life,\\nAnd, like all other friends i the world, at last\\nThey grew aweary of her fellowship\\nSo Time and Grief did beckon unto Death,\\nAnd Death drew nigh and beat the doors of\\nLife;\\nBut thou didst sit alone in the inner house,\\nA wakeful portress, and didst parle with\\nDeath.\u00e2\u0080\u0094", "height": "2859", "width": "1838", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0129.jp2"}, "130": {"fulltext": "124 THE LOVER S TALE.\\nThis is a charmed dwelling which I hold;\\nSo Death gave back, and would no further\\ncome.\\nYet is my life nor in the present time,\\nNor in the present place. To me alone,\\nPush d from his chair of regal heritage,\\nThe Present is the vassal of the Past:\\nSo that, in that I have lived, do I live,\\nAnd cannot die, and am, in having been\\nA portion of the pleasant yesterday.\\nThrust forward on to-day and out of place;\\nA body purneying onward, sick with toil,\\nThe weight as if of age upon my limbs.\\nThe grasp of hopeless grief about my heart,\\nAnd all the senses weaken *d, save in that.\\nWhich long ago they had glean d and gar-\\nner d up\\nInto the granaries of memory\\nThe clear brow, bulwark of the precious\\nbrain,\\nChink d as you see, and vSeam d and all the\\nwhile\\nThe light soul twines and mingles with the\\ngrowths\\nOf vigorous early days, attracted, won.\\nMarried, made one with, molten into all\\nThe beautiful in Past of act or place,\\nAnd like the all-enduring camel, driven\\nFar from the diamond fountain by the palms,\\nWho toils across the middle moonlit nights,\\nOr when the white heats of the blinding\\nnoons\\nBeat from the concave sand; yet in him keeps\\nA draught of that sweet fountain that he loves,", "height": "2834", "width": "1732", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0130.jp2"}, "131": {"fulltext": "THE LOVER S TALE. 125\\nTo Stay his feet from falling, and his spirit\\nFrom bitterness of death.\\nYe ask me, friends,\\nWhen I began to love. How should I tell you?\\nOr from the after-fulness of my heart,\\nFlow back again unto my slender spring\\nAnd first of love, tho every turn and depth\\nBetween is clearer in my life than all\\nIts present flow. Ye know not what ye ask.\\nHow should the broad and open flower tell\\nWhat sort of bud it was, when, prest together\\nIn its green sheath, close-lapt in silken folds,\\nIt seem d to keep its sweetness to itself.\\nYet was not the less sweet for that it seem d?\\nFor young Life knows not when young Life\\nwas born,\\nBut takes it all for granted neither Love,\\nWarm in the heart, his cradle, can remember\\nLove in the womb, but resteth satisfied.\\nLooking on her that brought him to the light:\\nOr as men know not when they fall asleep\\nInto delicious dreams, our other life.\\nSo know I not when I began to love.\\nThis is my sum of knowledge that my love\\nGrew with myself say rather, was my growth,\\nMy inward sap, the hold I have on earth,\\nMy outward circling air wherewith I breathe,\\nWhich yet upholds my life, and evermore\\nIs to me daily life and daily death\\nFor how should I have lived and not have\\nloved?\\nCan ye take off the sweetness from the flower,\\nThe color and the sweetness from the rose,", "height": "2859", "width": "1838", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0131.jp2"}, "132": {"fulltext": "126 THE LOVER S TALE.\\nAnd place them by themselves; or set apart\\nTheir motions and their brightness from the\\nstars,\\nAnd then point out the flower or the star?\\nOr build a wall betwixt my life and love,\\nAnd tell me where I am? Tis even thus:\\nIn that I live I love; because I love\\nI live: whate er is fountain to the one\\nIs fountain to the other; and whene er\\nOur God unknits the riddle of the one,\\nThere is no shade or fold of mystery\\nSwathing the other.\\nMany, many years\\n(For they seem many and my most of life,\\nAnd well I could have linger d in that porch,\\nSo unproportion d to the dwelling-place),\\nIn the Maydews of childhood, opposite\\nThe flush and dawn of youth, we lived together,\\nApart, alone together on those hills.\\nBefore he saw my day my father died,\\nAnd he was happy that he saw it not;\\nBut I and the first daisy on his grave\\nFrom the same clay into light at once.\\nAs Love and I do number equal years,\\nSo she, my love, is of an age with me.\\nHow like each other was the birth of each\\nOn the same morning, almost the same hour.\\nUnder the selfsame aspect of the stars\\n(Oh falsehood of all starcraft!), we were born.\\nHow like each other was the birth of each\\nThe sister of my mother she that bore\\nCamilla close beneath her beating heart,", "height": "2849", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0132.jp2"}, "133": {"fulltext": "THE LOVER S TALE. 127\\nWhich to the imprison d spirit of the child,\\nWith its true-touched pulses in the flow\\nAnd hourly visitation of the blood,\\nSent notes of preparation manifold,\\nAnd mellow d echoes of the outer world\\nMy mother s sister, mother of my love,\\nWho had a twofold claim upon my heart,\\nOne twofold mightier than the other mas,\\nIn giving so much beauty to the world.\\nAnd so much wealth as God had charged her\\nwith\\nLoathing to put it from herself forever,\\nLeft her own life with it; and dying thus,\\nCrown d with her highest act the placid face\\nAnd breathless body of her good deeds past.\\nSo were we born, so orphan d. She was\\nmotherless\\nAnd I without a father. So from each\\nOf those two pillars which from earth uphold\\nOur childhood, one had fallen away, and all\\nThe careful burthen of our tender years\\nTrembled upon the other. He that gave\\nHer life, to me delightfully fulfill d\\nAll lovingkindnesses, all offices\\nOf watchful care and trembling tenderness.\\nHe waked for both he pray d for both he\\nslept\\nDreaming of both: nor was his love the less\\nBecause it was divided, and shot forth\\nBoughs on each side, laden with wholesome\\nshade,\\nWherein we nested sleeping or awake.\\nAnd sang aloud the matin-song of life.", "height": "2859", "width": "1838", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0133.jp2"}, "134": {"fulltext": "128 THE LOVER S TALE.\\nShe was my foster-sister: on one arm\\nThe flaxen ringlets of our infancies\\nWander d, the while we rested: one soft lap\\nPillow d us both: a common light of eyes\\nWas on us as we lay: our baby lips,\\nKissing one bosom, ever drew from thence\\nThe stream of life, one stream, one life, one\\nblood,\\nOne sustenance, which, still as thought grew\\nlarge,\\nStill larger moulding all the house of thought,\\nMade all our tastes and fancies like, perhaps\\nAll all but one; and strange to me, and\\nsweet,\\nSweet thro strange years to know that what-\\nsoe er\\nOur general mother meant for me alone.\\nOur mutual mother dealt to both of us:\\nSo what was earliest mine in earliest life,\\nI shared with her in whom myself remains.\\nAs was our childhood, so our infancy,\\nThey tell me, was a very miracle\\nOf fellow-feeling and communion.\\nThey tell me that we would not be alone,\\nWe cried when we were parted when I wept.\\nHer smile lit up the rainbow on my tears,\\nStay d on the cloud of sorrow; that we loved\\nThe sound of one- another s voices more\\nThan the gray cuckoo loves his name, and\\nlearn d\\nTo lisp in tune together; that we slept\\nIn the same cradle always, face to face,\\nHeart beating time to heart, lip pressins^ lip,", "height": "2849", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0134.jp2"}, "135": {"fulltext": "/X\\n-.1\\nMade garlands of the self-same flower. Page 131,\\n]n Memoriam.", "height": "2859", "width": "1838", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0135.jp2"}, "136": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2849", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0136.jp2"}, "137": {"fulltext": "THE LOVER S TALE. 129\\nFolding each other, breathing on each other.\\nDreaming together (dreaming of each other\\nThey should have added), till the morning\\nlight\\nSloped thro the pines, upon the dewy pane\\nFalling, unseal d our eyelids, and we woke\\nTo gaze upon each other. If this be true,\\nAt thought of which my whole soul languishes\\nAnd faints, and hath no pulse, no breath as\\ntho\\nA man in some still garden should infuse/\\nRich atar in the bosom of the rose,\\nTill, drunk with its own wine, and overfull\\nOf sweetness, and in smelling of itself.\\nIt fall on its own thorns if this be true\\nAnd that way my wish leads me evermore\\nStill to believe it tis so sweet a thought,\\nWhy in the utter stillness of the soul\\nDoth question d memory answer not, nor tell\\nOf this our earliest, our closest-drawn,\\nMost loveliest, earthly-heavenliest harmony?\\nO blossom d portal of the lonely house,\\nGreen prelude, April promise, glad new-year\\nOf Being, which with earliest violets\\nAnd lavish carol of clear-throated larks\\nFill d all the March of life! I will not speak\\nof thee;\\nThese have not seen thee, these can never\\nknow tliee,\\nThey cannot understand me. Pass we then\\nA term of eighteen years. Ye v/ould but laugh,\\nIf I should tell you how I hoard in thought\\nThe faded rhymes and scraps of ancient crones,\\n9 In Memoriam", "height": "2884", "width": "1757", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0137.jp2"}, "138": {"fulltext": "130 THE LOVER S TALE.\\nGray relics of the nurseries of the world,\\nWhich are as gems set in my memory,\\nBecause she learnt them with me; or what use\\nTo know her father left us just before\\nThe daffodil was blown? or how we found\\nThe dead man cast upon the shore? All this\\nSeems to the quiet daylight of your minds\\nBut cloud and smoke, and in the dark of mine\\nIs traced with flame. Move with me to the\\nevent.\\nThere came a glorious morning, such a one\\nAs dawns but once a season. Mercury\\nOn such a morning would have flung himself\\nFrom cloud to cloud, and swum with balanced\\nwings\\nTo some tall mountain when I said to her,\\n**A day for Gods to stoop, she answered,\\nAy,\\nAnd men to soar: for as that other gazed,\\nShading his eyes till all the fiery cloud.\\nThe prophet and the chariot and the steeds,\\nSuck d into oneness like a little star.\\nWere drunk into the inmost blue, we stood,\\nWhen first we came from out the pines at\\nnoon.\\nWith hands for eaves, uplooking and almost\\nAVaiting to see some blessed shape in heaven,\\nSo bathed we were in brilliance. Never yet\\nBefore or after have I known the spring\\nPour with such sudden deluges of light\\nInto the middle summer; for that day\\nLove, rising, shook his wings, and charged the\\nwinds", "height": "2849", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0138.jp2"}, "139": {"fulltext": "THE LOVER S TALE. 131\\nWith spiced May-sweets from bound to bound,\\nand blew\\nFresh fire into the sun, and from within\\nBurst thro the heated buds, and sent his soul\\nInto the songs of birds, and touch d far-off\\nHis mountain-altars, his high hills, with flame\\nMilder and pure.\\nThro the rocks we wound:\\nThe great pine shook with lonely sounds of joy\\nThat came on the sea-wind. As mountain\\nstreams\\nOur bloods ran free: the sunshine seem d to\\nbrood\\nMore warmly on the heart than on the brow.\\nWe often paused, and, looking back, we saw\\nThe clefts and openings in the mountains\\nfill d\\nWith the blue valley and the glistening brooks.\\nAnd all the low dark groves, a land of love\\nA land of promise, a land of memory,\\nA land of promise flowing with the milk\\nAnd honey of delicious memories!\\nAnd down to sea, and far as eye could ken,\\nEach way from verge to verge a Holy Land,\\nStill growing holier as you near d the bay,\\nFor there the Temple stood.\\nWhen we had reach d\\nThe grassy platform on some hill, I stoop d,\\nI gather d the wild herbs, and for her brows\\nAnd mine made garlands of the selfsame\\nflower.", "height": "2884", "width": "1757", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0139.jp2"}, "140": {"fulltext": "132 THE LOVER S TALE.\\nWhich she took smiling, and with my work\\nthus\\nCrown d her clear forehead. Once or twice she\\ntold me\\n(For I remember all things) to let grow\\nThe flowers that run poison in their veins.\\nShe said, The evil flourish in the world.\\nThen playfully she gave herself the lie\\nNothing in nature is unbeautiful;\\nSo, brother, pluck and spare not. So I wove\\nEv n the dull-blooded poppy-stem, whose\\nflower,\\nHued with the scarlet of a fierce sunrise,\\nLike to the wild youth of an evil prince,\\nIs without sweetness, but who crowns himself\\nAbove the naked poisons of his heart\\nIn his old age. A graceful thought of hers\\nGrav n on my fancy! And oh, how like a\\nnymph,\\nA stately mountain nymph she look d! how\\nnative\\nLai to the hills she trod on While I gazed\\nMy coronal slowly disentwined itself\\nAnd fell between us both; tho v/hile I gazed\\nMy spirit leap d as with those thrills of bliss\\nThat strike across the soul in prayer, and\\nshow us\\nThat we are surely heard. Methought a light\\nBurst from the garland I had wov n, and stood\\nA solid glory on her bright black hair;\\nA light methought broke from her dark, dark\\neyes,\\nAnd shot itself into the singing winds;\\nA mystic light flash d ev n from her white robe", "height": "2849", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0140.jp2"}, "141": {"fulltext": "THE LOVER S TALE. 133\\nAs from a glass in the sun, and fell about\\nMy footsteps on the mountains.\\nLast we came\\nTo what our people call The Hill of Woe.\\nA bridge is there, that, look d at from beneath\\nSeems but a cobweb filament to link\\nThe yawning of an earthquake-cloven chasm.\\nAnd thence one night, when all the winds were\\nloud,\\nA woful man (for so the story went)\\nHad thrust his wife and child and dash d him-\\nself\\nInto the dizzy depth below. Below,\\nFierce in the strength of far descent, a stream\\nFlies with a shatter d foam along the chasm.\\nThe path was perilous, loosely strown with\\ncrags\\nWe mounted slowly; yet to both there came\\nThe joy of life in steepness overcome,\\nAnd victories of ascent, and looking down\\nOn all that had look d down on us; and joy\\nIn breathing nearer heaven and joy to me,\\nHigh over all the azure-circled earth.\\nTo breathe with her as if in heaven itself;\\nAnd more than joy that I to her became\\nHer guardian and her angel, raising her\\nStill higher, past all peril, until she saw\\nBeneath her feet the region far away.\\nBeyond the nearest mountain s bosky brows,\\nArise in open prospect heath and hill.\\nAnd hollow lined and wooded to the lips,\\nAnd steep-down walls of battlemented rock", "height": "2884", "width": "1757", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0141.jp2"}, "142": {"fulltext": "134 THE LOVER S TALE.\\nGilded with broom, or shatter d into spires,\\nAnd glory of broad waters interfused,\\nWhence rose as it were breath and steam of\\ngold,\\nAnd over all the great wood rioting\\nAnd climbing, streak d or starr d at intervals\\nWith falling brook or blossom d bush and\\nlast,\\nFraming the mighty landscape to the west,\\nA purple range of mountain-cones, between\\nWhose interspaces gush d in blinding bursts\\nThe incorporate blaze of sun and sea.\\nAt length\\nDescending from the point and standing both,\\nThere on the tremulous bridge, that from be-\\nneath\\nHad seem d a gossamer filament up in air,\\nWe paused amid the splendor. All the west\\nAnd ev n unto the middle south was ribb d\\nAnd barr d with bloom on bloom. The sun\\nbelow,\\nHeld for a space twixt cloud and wave,\\nshower d down\\nRays of a mighty circle, weaving over\\nThat various wilderness a tissue of light\\nUnparallel d. On the other side, the moon,\\nHalf-melted into thin blue air, stood still,\\nAnd pale and fibrous as a wither d leaf.\\nNor yet endured in presence of His eyes\\nTo indue his lustres; most unloverlike.\\nSince in his absence full of light and joy.\\nAnd giving light to others. But this most,\\nNext to her presence whom I loved so well,", "height": "2849", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0142.jp2"}, "143": {"fulltext": "THE LOVER S TALE. 135\\nSpoke loudly even into my inmost heart\\nAs to my outward hearing the loud stream.\\nForth issuing from his portals in the crag\\n(A visable link unto the home of my heart).\\nRan amber toward the west, and nigh the sea\\nParting my own loved mountains was received\\nShorn of its strength, into the sympathy\\nOf that small bay, which out to open main\\nGlow d intermingling close beneath the sun.\\nSpirit of Love that little hour was bound\\nShut in from Time, and dedicate to thee\\nThy fires from heaven had touch d it and the\\nearth\\nThey fell on became hallow d evermore.\\nWe turn d: our eyes met: hers were bright,\\nand mine\\nWere dim with floating tears, that shot the\\nsunset\\nIn lightnings round me; and my name was\\nborne\\nUpon her breath. Henceforth my name has\\nbeen\\nA hallow d memory like the names of old,\\nA center d, glory-circled memory.\\nAnd a peculiar treasure, brooking not\\nExchange or currency; and in that hour\\nA hope flow d round me, like a golden mist\\nCharm d amid eddies of melodious airs,\\nA moment, ere the onward whirlwind shatter\\nit,\\nWaver d, and floated which was less than\\nHope,\\nBecause it lack d the power of perfect Hope;", "height": "2884", "width": "1757", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0143.jp2"}, "144": {"fulltext": "138 THE LOVER S TALE.\\nBut which was more and higher than all Hope,\\nBecause all other Hope had lovv^er aim;\\nEven that this name to which her gracious lips\\nDid lend such gentle utterance, this one name,\\nIn some obscure hereafter, might inwreathe\\n(How lovelier, nobler then!) her life, her love,\\nWith my life, love, soul, spirit, and heart and\\nstrength.\\nBrother, she said, let this be call d\\nhenceforth\\nThe Hill of Hope; and I replied, O sister,\\nMy will is one with thine; the Hill of Hope.\\nNevertheless, we did not change the name.\\nI did not speak I could not speak my love,\\nLove lieth deep Love dwells not in lip-depths.\\nLove wraps his wings on either side the heart,\\nConstraining it with kisses close and warm.\\nAbsorbing all the incense of sweet thoughts\\nSo that they pass not to the shrine of sound.\\nElse had the life of that delighted hour\\nDrunk in the largeness of the utterance\\nOf Love; but how should Earthly measure\\nmete\\nThe Heavenly-unmeasured or unlimited Love,\\nWho scarce can tune his high majestic sense\\nUnto the thundersong that wheels the spheres,\\nScarce living in the ^olian harmony,\\nAnd flowing odor of the spacious air,\\nScarce housed within the circle of this Earth,\\nBe cabin d up in words and syllables.\\nWhich pass with that which breathes them?\\nSooner Earth", "height": "2849", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0144.jp2"}, "145": {"fulltext": "THE LOVER S TALE. 137\\nMight go round Heaven, and the strait girth of\\nTime\\nInswath the fulness of Eternity,\\nThan language grasp the infinite of Love.\\nO day which did enwomb that happy hour,\\nThou art blessed in the years, divinest day!\\nO Genius of that hour which dost uphold\\nThy coronal of glory like a God,\\nAmid thy melancholy mates far-seen,\\nWho walk before thee, ever turning round\\nTo gaze upon thee till their eyes are dim\\nWith dwelling on the light and depth of thine,\\nThy name is ever worship d among hours!\\nHad I died then, I had not seem d to die.\\nFor bliss stood round me like the light of\\nHeaven\\nHad I died then, I had not known the death\\nYea had the Power from whose right hand the\\nlight\\nOf Life issueth, and from whose left hand\\nfloweth\\nThe Shadow of Death, perennial effluences,\\nWhereof to all that draw the wholesome air,\\nSomewhile the one must overflow the other;\\nThen had he stemm d my day with night, and\\ndriven\\nMy current to the fountain whence it sprang\\nEven his own abiding excellence\\nOn me, methinks, that shock of gloom had\\nfall n\\nUnfelt, and in this glory I had merged\\nThe other, like the sun I gazed upon,\\nWhich seeming for the moment due to death,\\n10 In Memoriam", "height": "2884", "width": "1757", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0145.jp2"}, "146": {"fulltext": "138 THE LOVER S TALE.\\nAnd dipping his head low beneath the verge,\\nYet bearing round about him his own day,\\nIn confidence of unabated strength,\\nSteppeth from Heaven to Heaven, from light\\nto light.\\nAnd holdeth his undimmed forehead far\\nInto a clearer zenith, pure of cloud.\\nWe trod the shadow of the downward hill\\nWe passed from light to dark. On the other side\\nIs scoop d a cavern and a mountain hall,\\nWhich none have fathom d. If you go far in\\n(The country people rumor) you may hear\\nThe moaning of the woman and the child.\\nShut in the secret chambers of the rock.\\nI too have heard a sound perchance of streams\\nRunning far on within it inmost halls,\\nThe home of darkness; but the cavern-mouth,\\nHalf overtrailed with a wanton weed.\\nGives birth to a brawling brook, that passing\\nlightly\\nAdown a natural stair of tangled roots.\\nIs presently received in a sweet grave\\nOf eglantines, a place of burial\\nFar lovelier than its cradle; for unseen,\\nBut taken with the sweetness of the place.\\nIt makes a constant bubbling melody\\nThat drowns the nearer echoes. Lower down\\nSpreads out a little lake, that, floating, leaves\\nLow banks of yellow sand; and from the woods\\nThat belt it rise three dark, tall cypresses\\nThree cypresses, symbols of mortal woe,\\nThat men plant over graves.", "height": "2849", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0146.jp2"}, "147": {"fulltext": "THE LOVER S TALE, 139\\nHither we came,.\\nAnd sitting down upon the golden moss,\\nHeld converse sweet and low low converse\\nsweet,\\nIn which our voices bore least part. The wind\\nTold a lovetale beside us, how he woo d\\nThe waters, and the waters answering lisp d\\nTo kisses of the wind, that, sick with love,\\nFainted at intervals, and grew again\\nTo utterance of passion. Ye cannot shape\\nFancy so fair as is this memory.\\nMethought all excellence that ever was\\nHad drawn herself from many thousand years,\\nAnd all the separate Edens of this earth.\\nTo center in this place and time. I listen d,\\nAnd her words stole with most prevailing\\nsweetness\\nInto my heart, as thronging fancies come\\nTo boys and girls when summer days are new,\\nAnd soul and heart and body are all at ease:\\nWhat marvel my Camilla told me all?\\nIt was so happy an hour, so sweet a place,\\nAnd I was as the brother of her blood.\\nAnd by that name I moved upon her breath\\nDear name, which had too much of nearness in\\nit\\nAnd heralded the distance of this time!\\nAt first her voice was very sweet and low.\\nAs if she were afraid of utterance\\nBut in the onward current of her speech\\n(As echoes of the hollow-banked brooks\\nAre fashion d by the channel which they keep),\\nHer words did of their meaning borrow sound,\\nHer cheek did catch the color of her words.", "height": "2884", "width": "1757", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0147.jp2"}, "148": {"fulltext": "140 THE LOVER S TALE.\\nI heard and trembled, yet I could but hear;\\nMy heart paused my raised eyelids would not\\nfall,\\nBut still I kept my eyes upon the sky,\\nI seem d the only part of Time stood still,\\nAnd saw the motion of all other things;\\nWhile her words, syllable by syllable.\\nLike water, drop by drop, upon my ear\\nFell; and I wish d, yet wish d her not to\\nspeak\\nBut she spake on, for I did name no wish.\\nWhat marvel my Camilla told me all?\\nHer maiden dignities of Hope and Love\\nPerchance, she said, return d. Even\\nthen the stars\\nDid tremble in their stations as I gazed;\\nBut she spake on, for I did name no wish,\\nNo wish no hope. Hope was not wholly dead,\\nBut breathing hard at the approach of Death\\nCamilla, my Camilla, who was mine\\nNo longer in the dearest sense of mine\\nFor all the secret of her inmost heart,\\nAnd all the maiden empire of her mind,\\nLay like a map before me, and I saw\\nThere, where I hoped myself to reign as king,\\nThere, where that day I crown d myself as\\nking,\\nThere in my realm and even on my throne,\\nAnother! then it seem d as tho a link\\nOf some tight chain within my inmost frame\\nWas riven in twain that life I heeded not\\nFlow d from me, and the darkness of the\\ngrave.\\nThe darkness of the grave and utter night,", "height": "2849", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0148.jp2"}, "149": {"fulltext": "THE LOVER S TALE. 141\\nDid swallow up my vision at her feet,\\nEven the feet of her I loved, I fell,\\nSmit with exceedinof sorrow unto Death.\\nThen had the earth beneath me yawning\\ncloven\\nWith such a sound as when an iceberg splits\\nFrom cope to base had Heaven from all her\\ndoors,\\nWith all her golden thresholds clashing, roll d\\nHer heaviest thunder I had lain as dead,\\nMute, blind and motionless as then I lay\\nDead, for henceforth there was no life for me!\\nMute, for henceforth what use were words to\\nme!\\nBlind, for the day was as the night to me\\nThe night to me was kinder than the day;\\nThe night in pity took away my day,\\nBecause my grief as yet was newly born\\nOf eyes too weak to look upon the light\\nAnd thro the hasty notice of the ear\\nFrail Life was startled from the tender love\\nOf him she brooded over. Would I had lain\\nUntil the plaited ivy tress had wound\\nRound my worn limbs, and the wild brier had\\ndriven\\nIts knotted thorns thro my unpaining brows,\\nLeaning its roses on my faded eyes.\\nThe wind had blown above me, and the rain\\nHad fall n upon me, and the gilded snake\\nHad nestled in this bosom-throne of Love,\\nBut I had been at rest for evermore.", "height": "2884", "width": "1757", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0149.jp2"}, "150": {"fulltext": "142 THE LOVER S TALE.\\nLoDg time entrancement held me. All too\\nsoon\\nLike (like a wanton too-officious friend,\\nWho will not hear denial, vain and rude\\nWith proffer of unwish d-for services)\\nEntering all the avenues of sense\\nPast thro into his citadel, the brain,\\nWith hated warmth of apprehensiveness.\\nAnd first the chillness of the sprinkled brook\\nSmote on my brows, and then I seem d to hear\\nIts murmur, as the drowning seaman hears.\\nWho with his head below the surface dropt\\nListens the muffled booming indistinct\\nOf the confused floods, and dimly knows\\nHis head shall rise no more and then came in\\nThe white light of the weary moon above,\\nDiffused and molten into flaky cloud.\\nWas my sight drunk that it did shape to me\\nHim who should own that name? Were it not\\nwell\\nIf so be that the echo of that name\\nRinging within the fancy had updrawn\\nA fashion and a phantasm of the form\\nIt should attach to? Phantom! had the ghast-\\nliest\\nThat ever lusted for a body, sucking\\nThe foul steam of the grave to thicken by it,\\nThere in the shuddering moonlight brought its\\nface\\nAnd what it has for e3^es as close to mine\\nAs he did better that than this, than he\\nThe friend, the neighbor, Lionel, the beloved,\\nThe loved, the lover, the happy Lionel,\\nThe low-voiced, tender-spirited Lionel,", "height": "2849", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0150.jp2"}, "151": {"fulltext": "THE LOVER S TALE. 143\\nAll joy, to whom my agony was a joy,\\nO how her choice did leap forth from his eyes!\\nO how her love did clothe itself in smiles\\nAbout his lips! and not one moment s grace\\nThen when the effect weigh d seas upon my\\nhead\\nTo come my way! to twit me with the cause\\nWas not the land as free thro all her ways\\nTo him as me? Was not ^lis wont to walk\\nBetween the going light and growing night?\\nHad I not learnt my loss before he came?\\nCould that be more because he came my way?\\nWhy should he not come my way if he would?\\nAnd yet to-night, to-night when all my wealth\\nFlash d from me in a moment and I fell\\nBeggar d forever why should he come my\\nway\\nRobed in those robes of light I must not wear,\\nWith that great crown of beams about his\\nbrows\\nCome like an angel to a damned soul,\\nTo tell him of the bliss he had with God-\\nCome like a careless and a greedy heir\\nThat scarce can wait the reading of the will\\nBefore he takes possession? Was mine a mood\\nTo be invaded rudely, and not rather\\nA sacred, secret, unapproachable woe.\\nUnspeakable? I was shut up with Grief;\\nShe took the body of mj^ past delight,\\nNarded and swathed and balm d it for herself,\\nAnd laid it in a sepulchre of rock\\nNever to rise again. I was led mute\\nInto her temple like a sacrifice", "height": "2884", "width": "1757", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0151.jp2"}, "152": {"fulltext": "144 THE LOVER S TALE.\\nI was the High Priest in her holiest place,\\nNot to be loudly broken in upon.\\nOh, friend, thoughts deep and heavy as these\\nwell-nigh\\nO erbore the limits of my brain: but he\\nBent o er me, and my neck his arm upstay d.\\nI thought it was an adder s fold, and once\\nI strove to disengage myself, but fail d,\\nBeing so feeble: she bent above me too;\\nWan was her cheek; for whatsoe er of blight\\nLives in the dewy touch of pity had made\\nThe red rose there a pale one and her eyes\\nI saw the moonlight glitter on their tears\\nAnd some few drops of that distressful rain\\nFell on m.y face, and her long ringlets moved,\\nDrooping and beaten by the breeze, and\\nbrush d\\nMy fallen forehead in their to and fro,\\nFor in the sudden anguish of her heart\\nLoosed from their simple thrall they had flow d\\nabroad.\\nAnd floated on and parted round her neck,\\nMantling her form halfway. She, when I woke.\\nSomething she ask d, I know not what, and\\nask d,\\nUnanswer d, since I spake not; for the sound\\nOf that dear voice so musically low,\\nAnd now first heard v/ith any sense of pain,\\nAs it had taken life away before,\\nChoked all the syllables, that strove to rise\\nFrom my full heart.", "height": "2849", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0152.jp2"}, "153": {"fulltext": "THE LOVER S TALE. 145\\nThe blissful lover, too,\\nFrom his great hoard of happiness distill d\\nSome drops of solace like a vain rich man,\\nThat, having- ahvays prosper d in the world.\\nFolding his hands, deals comfortable words\\nTo hearts wounded forever; 5 et, in truth,\\nFair speech was his and delicate of phrase,\\nFalling in whispers on the sense, address d\\nMore to the inward than the outward ear.\\nAs rain of the midsummer midnight soft,\\nScarce-heard, recalling fragrance and the green\\nOf the dead spring: but mine was wholly dead.\\nNo bud, no leaf, no flower, no fruit for m.e.\\nYet who had done, or who had suffer d wrong?\\nAnd why was 1 to darken their pure love,\\nIf, as I found, they two did love each other,\\nBecause my own was darden d? Why was I\\nTo cross between their happy star and them?\\nTo stand a shadow by their shining doors.\\nAnd vex them with my darkness? Did I love\\nher?\\nYe know that I did love her; to this present\\nMy full-orb d love has waned not. Did I love\\nher.\\nAnd could I look upon her tearful eyes?\\nWhat had she done to weep? Why should she\\nweep?\\nO innocent of spirit\u00e2\u0080\u0094 let my heart\\nBreak rather whom the gentlest airs of\\nHeaven\\nShould kiss with an unwonted gentleness.\\nHer love did murder mine? What then? She\\ndeem d\\n10", "height": "2884", "width": "1757", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0153.jp2"}, "154": {"fulltext": "146 THE LOVER S TALE.\\nI wore a brother s mind: she call dme brother:\\nShe told me all her love: she shall not weep.\\nThe brightness of a burning thought, awhile\\nIn battle with the glooms of my dark will,\\nMoonlike emerged, and to itself lit up\\nThere on the depth of an unfathom d woe\\nReflex of action. Starting up at once.\\nAs from a dismal dream of my own death,\\nI, for I loved her, lost my love in Love;\\nI, for I loved her, graspt the hand she lov d.\\nAnd laid it in her own, and sent my cry\\nThro the blank night to Him who loving\\nmade\\nThe happy and the unhappy love, that He\\nWould hold the hand of blessing over them,\\nLionel, the happy, and her, and her, his bride!\\nLet them so love that men and boys may say,\\nLo! how they love each other! till their love\\nShall ripen to a proverb, unto all\\nKnown, when their faces are forgot in the\\nland\\nOne golden dream of love, from which may\\ndeath\\nAwake them with heaven s music in a life\\nMore living to some happier happiness,\\nSwallowing its precedent in victory.\\nAnd as for me, Camilla, as for me,\\nThe dew of tears is an unwholesome dew.\\nThey will but sicken the sick plant the more.\\nDeem that I love thee but as brothers do.\\nSo shalt thou love me still as sisters do;\\nOr if thou dream aught farther, dream but\\nhow", "height": "2849", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0154.jp2"}, "155": {"fulltext": "THE LOVER S TALE. 147\\nI could have loved thee, had there been none\\nelse\\nTo love as lovers, loved again by thee.\\nOr this, or somewhat like to this, I spake.\\nWhen I beheld her weep so ruefully;\\nFor sure my love should ne er indue the front\\nAnd mask of Hate, who lives on other s moans.\\nShall Love pledge Hatred in her bitter\\ndroughts.\\nAnd batten on her poisons? Love forbid!\\nLove passeth not the threshold of cold Hate,\\nAnd Hate is strange beneath the roof of Love!\\nO Love, if thou be st Love, dry up these tears\\nShed for the love of Love; for tho mine\\nimage.\\nThe subject of thy power, be cold in her,\\nYet, like cold snow, it melteth in the source\\nOf these sad tears, and feeds their downward\\nflow.\\nSo Love, arraign d to judgment and to death,\\nReceived unto himself a part of blame,\\nBeing guiltless, as an innocent prisoner,\\nWho, when the woful sentence hath been past.\\nAnd all the clearness of his fame hath gone\\nBeneath the shadow of the curse of man.\\nFirst falls asleep in swoon, wherefrom awaked,\\nAnd looking round upon his tearful friends,\\nForthwith and in his agony conceives\\nA shameful sense as of a cleaving crime\\nFor whence without some guilt should such\\ngrief be?\\nSo died that hour, and fell into the abysm\\nOf forms outworn, but not to me outworn.", "height": "2884", "width": "1757", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0155.jp2"}, "156": {"fulltext": "148 THE LOVER S TALE.\\nWho never hail d another was there one?\\nThere might be one one other, worth the life\\nThat made it sensible. So that hour died\\nLike odor rapt into the winged wind\\nBorne into alien lands and far away.\\nThere be some hearts so airily built, that\\nthey.\\nThey when their love is wreck d if Love can\\nwreck\\nOn that sharp ridge of utmost doom ride highly\\nAbove the perilous seas of Change and Chance\\nNa}^, more, hold out the lights of cheerful-\\nness;\\nAs the tall ship, that many a dreary year\\nKnit to some dismal sandbank far at sea.\\nAll thro the livelong hours of utter dark.\\nShowers slanting light upon the dolorous wave.\\nForme what light, what gleam on those black\\nways\\nWhere Love could walk with banish d Hope\\nno more?\\nIt v/as ill-done to part you, Sisters fair;\\nLove s arms were wreath d about the neck of\\nHope,\\nAnd Hope kiss d Love, and Love drew in her\\nbreath\\nIn that close kiss, and drank her whisper d\\ntales.\\nThey said that Love would die when Hope was\\ngone.\\nAnd Love mourn d long, and sorrow d after\\nHope;", "height": "2849", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0156.jp2"}, "157": {"fulltext": "THE LOVER S TALE. 149\\nAt last she sought out Memory, and they trod\\nThe same old paths where Love had v/alk d\\nwith Hope,\\nAnd Memory fed the soul of Love with tears.\\nII.\\nFrom that time forth I would not see her\\nmore;\\nBut many weary moons I lived alone\\nAlone, and in the heart of the great forest.\\nSometimes upon the hills beside the sea\\nAll day I watch d the floating isles of shade,\\nAnd sometimes on the shore, upon the sands\\nInsensibly I drew her name, until\\nThe meaning of the letters shot into\\nMy brain; anon the Vv^anton billow wash d\\nThem over, till they faded like my love.\\nThe hollow caverns heard me the black\\nbrooks\\nOf the midforest heard me the soft winds,\\nLaden with thistledown and seeds of flowers,\\nPaused in their course to hear me, for my voice\\nWas all of thee: the merry linnet knew me,\\nThe squirrel knew me, and the dragon fly\\nShot by me like a flash of purple fire.\\nThe rough brier tore my bleeding palms; the\\nhemlock,\\nBrov/high, did strike my forehead as I past;\\nYet trod I not the wildflower in my path,\\nNor bruised the wild bird s egg.\\nWas this the end?\\nWhy grew we then together in one plot?", "height": "2884", "width": "1757", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0157.jp2"}, "158": {"fulltext": "150 THE LOVER S TALE.\\nWhy fed we from one fountain? drew one sun?\\nWhy were our mothers branches of one stem?\\nWhy were we one in all things, save in that\\nWhere to have been one had been the cope at\\ncrown\\nOf all I hoped and fear d? if that same near-\\nness\\nWere father to this distance, and that one\\nVauntcourier to this double? if Affection\\nLiving slew Love and Sympathy hew d out\\nThe bosom-sepulchre of Sympathy?\\nChiefly I sought the cavern and the hill\\nWhere last we roam d together, for the sound\\nOf the loud stream was pleasant, and the wind\\nCame wooingly with woodbine smells. Some-\\ntimes\\nAll day I sat within the cavern-mouth,\\nFixing my eyes on those three cypress-cones\\nThat spired above the wood; and with mad\\nhand\\nTearing the bright leaves of the ivy-screen,\\nI cast them in the noisy brook beneath,\\nAnd watch d them till they vanish d from my\\nsight\\nBeneath the bower of wreathed eglantines:\\nAnd all the fragments of the living rock\\n(Huge blocks, which some old trembling of the\\nworld\\nHad loosen d from the mountain, till they fell\\nHalf-digging their own graves) these in my\\nagony\\nDid I make bare of all the golden moss,\\nWherewith the dashing runnel in the spring", "height": "2849", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0158.jp2"}, "159": {"fulltext": "THE LOVER S TALE. 151\\nHad liveried them all over. In my brain\\nThe spirit seem d to flag- from thought to\\nthought,\\nAs moonlight wandering thro a mist: my\\nblood\\nCrept like marsh drains thro all my languid\\nlimbs\\nThe motions of my heart seem d far within me,\\nUnfrequent, low, as tho it told its pulses;\\nAnd yet it shook me, that my frame would\\nshudder.\\nAs if twere drawn asunder by the rack.\\nBut over the deep graves of Hope and Fear,\\nAnd all the broken palaces of the Past,\\nBrooded our master-passion evermore,\\nLike to a low- hung and a fiery sky\\nAbove some fair metropolis, earth-shock d,\\nHung round with ragged rims and burning\\nfolds,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nEmbathing all with wild and woful hues,\\nGreat hills of ruins, and collapsed masses\\nOf thundershaken columns indistinct,\\nAnd fused together in the tyrannous light\\nRuins, the ruin of all my life and me!\\nSom.etimes I thought Camilla was no more,\\nSome one had told me she was dead, and\\nask d\\nIf I would see her burial: then I seem d\\nTo rise, and through the forest-shadow borne\\nWith more than mortal swiftness, I ran down\\nThe steepy sea-bank, till I came upon\\nThe rear of a procession, curving round\\nThe silver-sheeted bay: in front of which", "height": "2884", "width": "1757", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0159.jp2"}, "160": {"fulltext": "152 THE LOVER S TALE.\\nSix stately virgins, all in white, upbare\\nA broad earth-sweeping- pall of whitest lawn.\\nWreathed round the bier with garlands in the\\ndistance,\\nFrom out the yellow woods upon the hill\\nLook d forth the summit and the pinnacles\\nOf a gra}^ steeple thence at intervals\\nA low bell tolling. All the pageantry,\\nSave those six virgins which upheld the bier,\\nWere stoled from head to foot in flowing black\\nOne walk d abreast with me, and veil d his\\nbrow.\\nAnd he was loud in weeping and in praise\\nOf her, we follow d: a strong sympathy\\nShook all my soul I flung myself upon him\\nIn tears and cries: I told him all my love,\\nHow I had loved her from the first; whereat\\nHe shrank and howl d, and from his brow\\ndrew back\\nHis hand to push me from him and the face,\\nThe very face and form of Lionel\\nFlash d thro my eyes into my innermost brain.\\nAnd at his feet I seem d to faint and fall,\\nTo fall and die away. I could not rise\\nAlbeit I strove to follow. They past on,\\nThe lordly Phantasms! in their floating folds\\nThey past and were no more but I had fallen\\nProne by the dashing runnel on the grass.\\nAlway the inaudible invisible thought,\\nArtificer and subject, lord and slave.\\nShaped by the audible and visible.\\nMoulded the audible and visible;\\nAll crisped sounds of wave and leaf and wind.", "height": "2849", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0160.jp2"}, "161": {"fulltext": "THE LOVER S TALE. 153\\nFlatter d the fancy of my fading brain;\\nThe cloud pavilion d element, the wood\\nThe mountain, the three cypresses, the cave,\\nStorm, sunset, glows and glories of the moon\\nBelow black firs, when silent-creeping winds\\nLaid the long nights in silver streaks and bars,\\nWere wrought into the tissue of my dream\\nThe moanings in the forest, the loud brook.\\nCries of the partridge like a rusty key\\nTurn d in a lock, owl-whoop and dorhawk-\\nwhirr\\nAwoke me not, but were a part of sleep,\\nAnd voices in the distance calling to me\\nAnd in my vision bidding me dream on\\nLike sounds without the twilight realm of\\ndreams.\\nWhich wander round the bases of the hills,\\nAnd murmer at the low-drop eaves of sleep,\\nHalf entering the portals. Oftentimes\\nThe vision had fair prelude, in the end\\nOpening on darkness, stately vestibules\\nTo caves and shows of Death: whether the\\nmind.\\nWith some revenge even to itself unknown,\\nMade strange division of its suffering\\nWith her, whom to have suffering view d had\\nbeen\\nExtremest pain; or that the clear-eyed spirit.\\nBeing bunted in the Present, grew at length\\nProphetical and prescient of whate er\\nThe future had in store: or that which most\\nEnchains belief, the sorrow of my spirit\\nWas of so wide a compass it took in\\nAll I had loved, and my dull agony.", "height": "2884", "width": "1757", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0161.jp2"}, "162": {"fulltext": "154 THE LOVER S TALE.\\nIdeally to her transferr d became\\nAnguish intolerable.\\nThe day waned;\\nAlone I sat with her: about my brow\\nHer warm breath floated in the utterance\\nOf silver-corded tones: her lips were sunder d\\nV^ith smiles of tranquil bliss, which broke in\\nlight\\nLike morning from her eyes her eloquent\\neyes,\\n(As I have seen many a hundred times)\\nFill d all with pure clear fire, thro mine down\\nrain d\\nTheir spirit searching splendors. As a vision\\nUnto a haggard prisoner, iron-stay d\\nIn damp and dismal dungeons underground\\nConfined on points of faith, when strength is\\nshock d\\nWith torment, and expectancy of worse\\nUpon the morrow, thro, the ragged walls,\\nAll unawares before his half-shut eyes,\\nComes in upon him in the dead of night,\\nAnd with the excess of sweetness and of awe,\\nMakes the heart tremble, and the sight run\\nover\\nUpon his steely gyves so those fair eyes\\nShone on my darkness, forms which ever stood\\nWithin the magic cirque of memory,\\nInvisible but deathless, waiting still\\nThe edict of the will to assume\\nThe semblance of those rare realities\\nOf which thev w^ere the mirrors. Now the\\nli.eht", "height": "2849", "width": "1843", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0162.jp2"}, "163": {"fulltext": "THE LOVER S TALE. 155\\nWhich was their life, burst through the cloud\\nof thought\\nKeen, irrepressible.\\nIt was a room\\nWithin the summer-house of which I spake,\\nHung round with paintings of the sea, and one\\nA vessel in mid-ocean, her heaved prow\\nClambering, the mast bent and the raving wind\\nIn her sail roaring. From the other day.\\nBetwixt the close set ivies came a broad\\nAnd solid beam of isolated light\\nCrowed with driving atomies, and fell\\nSlanting upon that picture, from prime youth\\nWell-known well-loved. She drew it long ago\\nForth gazing on the waste and open sea,\\nOne morning when the upblown billows ran\\nShoreward beneath red clouds, and I had pour d\\nInto the shadowing pencil s naked forms\\nColour and life it was a bond and seal\\nOf friendship, spoken of with tearful smiles;\\nA monument of childhood and of love;\\nThe poesy of child my lost love\\nSymbol d in storm. We gazed on it together\\nIn mute and glad remembrance, and each heart\\nGrew closer to the other, and the eye\\nWas riveted and charm-bound, gazing like\\nThe Indian on a still-eyed snake, low-couch d\\nA beauty which is death when all at once\\nThat painted vessel, as with inner life.\\nBegan to heave upon that painted sea;\\nAn earthquake, my loud heart-beats made the\\nground\\nReel under us, and all at once, soul, life\\nAnd breath and motion, past and flow d away", "height": "2884", "width": "1757", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0163.jp2"}, "164": {"fulltext": "156 THE LOVER S TALE.\\nTo those unreal billows round and round\\nA whirlwind caught and bore us; mighty gyres\\nRapid and vast, of hissing spray wind driven\\nFar thro the dizzy dark. Aloud she shriek d;\\nMy heart was cloven with pain I wound my\\narms\\nAbout her: we whirl d giddily; the wind\\nSung; but I clasped her without fear: her\\nweight\\nShrank in my grasp, and over my dim eyes,\\nAnd parted lips, which drank her breath,\\ndown-hung\\nThe jaws of Death: I, groaning, from me flung\\nHer empty phantom all the sway and whirl\\nOf the storm dropt to windless calm, and I\\nDown welter d thro the dark ever and ever.\\nIIL\\nI came one day and sat among the stones\\nStrewn in the entry of the moaning cave;\\nA morning air, sweet after rain, ran over\\nThe rippling levels of the lake, and blew\\nCoolness and moisture and all smells of bud\\nAnd foliage from the dark and dripping woods\\nUpon my fever d brows that shook and throbb d\\nFrom temple unto temple. To what height\\nThe day had grown I knew not. Then came\\non me\\nThe hollow tolling of the bell, and all\\nThe vision of the bier. As heretofore\\nI walked behind with one who veil d his brow", "height": "2854", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0164.jp2"}, "165": {"fulltext": "THE LOVER S TALE. 157\\nMethought by slow degrees the sullen bell\\nToll d quicker, and the breakers on the shore\\nSloped into louder surf: those that went with\\nme,\\nAnd those that held the bier before my face.\\nMoved with one spirit round about the bay,\\nTrod swifter steps; and while I walk d with\\nthese\\nIn marvel at that gradual change, I thought\\nFour bells instead of one began to ring,\\nFour merry bells, four merry marriage-bells.\\nIn clanging cadence jangling peal on peal\\nA long loud clash of rapid marriage-bells.\\nThen those who led the van, and those in rear,\\nRush d into dance, and like wild Bacchanals\\nFled onward to the steeple in the woods:\\nI, too, was borne along and felt the blast\\nBeat on my heated eyelids: all at once\\nThe front rank made a sudden halt; the bells\\nLapsed into frightful stillness the surge fell\\nFrom thunder into whispers; those six maids\\nWith shrieks and ringing laughter on the sand\\nThrew down the bier the woods upon the hill\\nWaved with a sudden gust that, sweeping down,\\nTook the edges of the pall, and blew it far\\nUntil it hung, a little silver cloud\\nOver the sounding seas I turned my heart\\nShrank in me, like a snowflake in the hand.\\nWaiting to see the settled countenance\\nOf her I loved, adorn d with fading flowers.\\nBut she from out her death-like chrysalis,\\nShe from her bier, as into fresher life.\\nMy sister, and my cousin, and my love.\\nLeapt lightly clad in bridal white\u00e2\u0080\u0094 her hair", "height": "2884", "width": "1757", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0165.jp2"}, "166": {"fulltext": "158 THE LOVER S TALE.\\nStudded with one rich Provence rose a light\\nOf smiling welcome round her lips her eyes\\nAnd cheeks as bright as when she climb d the\\nhill.\\nOne hand she reach d to those that came behind\\nAnd while I mused nor yet endured to take\\nSo rich a prize, the man who stood with me\\nStept gaily forward, throwing down his robes,\\nAnd claspt her hand in his: again the bells\\nJangled and clang d: again the stormy surf\\nCrash d in the shingle: and the whirling rout\\nLed by those two rush d into dance, and fled\\nWind-footed to the steeple in the woods,\\nTill they were swallow d in the leafy bowers,\\nAnd I stood sole beside the vacant bier.\\nThere, there, my latest vision then the event!", "height": "2854", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0166.jp2"}, "167": {"fulltext": "THE LOVER S TALE. 159\\nIV.\\nTHE GOLDEN SUPPER.*\\n(Another speaks.\\nHe flies the event he leaves the event to me\\nPoor Julian how he rush daway; the bells,\\nThose marriage-bells, echoing in ear and\\nheart\\nBut cast a parting glance at me, you saw.\\nAs who should say Continue, Well we had\\nOne golden hour of triumph shall I say?\\nSolace at least before he left his home.\\nWould you had seen him in that hour of his?\\nHe moved thro all of it majestically\\nRestrain d himself quite to the close but\\nnow\\nWhether they were his lady s marriage-bells,\\nOr prophets of them in his fantasy,\\nI never ask d: but Lionel and the girl\\nWere wedded, and our Julian came again\\nBack to his mother s house among the pines.\\nBut these, their gloom, the mountains and the\\nBay,\\nThe whole land weigh d him down as ^tna\\ndoes\\nThis poem is founded upon a story in Boccaccio.", "height": "2884", "width": "1757", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0167.jp2"}, "168": {"fulltext": "160 THE LOVER S TALE.\\nThe Giant of Mythology: he would go,\\nWould leave the land for ever, and had gone\\nSurely, but for a whisper, Go not yet,\\nSome warning sent divineh/ as it.seem d\\nBy that which follow d but of this I deem\\nAs of the visions that he told the event\\nGlanced back upon them in his after life.\\nAnd partly made them tho he knew it not.\\nAnd thus he stay d and would not look at her\\nNo not for months: but, when the eleventh\\nmoon\\nAfter their marriage lit the lover s Bay,\\nHeard yet once more the tolling bell, and said,\\nWould you could toll me out of life, but\\nfound\\nAll softly as his mother broke it to him\\nA crueller reason than a crazy ear.\\nFor that low knell tolling his lady dead\\nDead and had lain three days without a pulse\\nAll that look d on her had pronounced her dead.\\nAnd so they bore her (for in Julian s land\\nThey never nail a dumb head up in elm).\\nBore her free-faced to the free airs of heaven,\\nAnd laid her in the vault of her own kin.\\nWhat did he then? not die: he is here and\\nhale\\nNot plunge headforemost from the mountain\\nthere,\\nAnd leave the name of Lover s Leap: not he:\\nHe knew the meaning of the whisper now,\\nThought that he knew it. This, I stav d for\\nthis;\\nO love, I have not seen you for so long.", "height": "2839", "width": "1783", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0168.jp2"}, "169": {"fulltext": "THE LOVER S TALE. 161\\nNow, now, will I go down into the grave,\\nI will be all alone with all I love,\\nAnd kiss her on her lips, She is his no more:\\nThe dead returns to me, and I go down\\nTo kiss the dead.\\nThe fancy stirr d him so\\nHe rose and went, and entering the dim vault,\\nAnd, making there a sudden light; beheld\\nAll round about him that which all will be.\\nThe light was but a flash, and went again.\\nThen at the far end of the vault he saw\\nHis lady with the moonlight on her face;\\nHer breast as in a shadow-prison, bars\\nOf black and bands of silver, which the moon\\nStruck from an open grating overhead\\nHigh in the wall, and all the rest of her\\nDrown d in the gloom and horror of the vault.\\nIt was my wish, he said, to pass, to sleep,\\nTo rest, to be with her till the great day\\nPeal d on us with that music which rights all,\\nAnd raised us hand in hand. And kneeling\\nthere\\nDown in the dreadful dust that once was man.\\nDust, as he said, that once was loving hearts,\\nHearts that had beat with such a love as\\nmine\\nNot such as mine, no, nor for such as hers\\nHe softly put his arm. about her neck\\nAnd kiss d her more than once, till helpless\\ndeath\\nAnd silence made him bold nay, but I wrong\\nhim,\\n11 In Memoriam", "height": "2884", "width": "1757", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0169.jp2"}, "170": {"fulltext": "162 THE LOVER S TALE.\\nHe reverenced his dear lady even in death\\nBut, placing his true hand upon her heart,\\n**0, you warm heart, he moan d, not even\\ndeath\\nCan chill you all at once: then starting,\\nthought\\nHis dreams had come again. Do I wake or\\nsleep?\\nOr am I made immortal, or my love\\nMortal once more? It beat the heart it\\nbeat:\\nFaint but it beat at which his own began\\nTo pulse with such a vehemence that it\\ndrown d\\nThe feebler motion underneath his hand.\\nBut when at last his doubts were satisfied,\\nHe raised her softly from the sepulchre,\\nAnd, wrapping her all over with the cloak\\nHe came in, and now striding fast, and now\\nSitting a while to rest, but evermore\\nHolding his golden burthen in his arms,\\nSo bore her thro the solitary land\\nBack to the mother s house where she was\\nborn.\\nThere the good mother s kindly ministering,\\nWith half a night s appliances, recall d\\nHer fluttering life she rais d an eye that ask d\\nWhere? till the things familiar to her youth\\nHad made a silent answer: then she spoke\\nHere! and how came I here? and learning it\\n(They told her somewhat rashly as I think)\\nAt once began to v/ander and to wail,", "height": "2859", "width": "1783", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0170.jp2"}, "171": {"fulltext": "THE LOVER S TALE. 163\\nAy, but you know that you must give me\\nback\\nSend! bid him come; but Lionel was away\\nStung by his loss had vanish d, none knew\\nwhere.\\nHe casts me out, she wept, and goes a\\nwail\\nThat seeming something, yet was nothing, born\\nNot from believing mind, but shatter d nerve,\\nYet haunting Julian, as her own reproof\\nAt some precipitance in her burial.\\nThen, when her own true spirit had return d,\\nOh yes, and you, she said, and none but\\nyou?\\nFor you have given me life and love again,\\nAnd none but you yourself shall tell him of it,\\nAnd you shall give me back when he returns.\\nStay then a little, answered Julian, here.\\nAnd keep yourself, none knowing, to yourself;\\nAnd I will do your will. I may not stay,\\nNo, not an hour; but send me notice of him\\nWhen he returns, and then will I return.\\nAnd I will make a solemn offering of you\\nTo him you love. And faintly she replied,\\nAnd I will do your will, and none shall\\nknow.\\nNot know? with such a secret to be known.\\nBut all their house was old and loved them\\nboth,\\nAnd all the house had known the loves of both\\nHad died almost to serve them any way,\\nAnd. all the land was waste and solitary:\\nAnd then he rode away but after this,", "height": "2884", "width": "1757", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0171.jp2"}, "172": {"fulltext": "164 THE LOVER S TALE.\\nAn hour or two, Camilla s travail came\\nUpon her, and that day a boy was born,\\nHeir of his face and land, to Lionel.\\nAnd thus our lonely lover rode away,\\nAnd pausing at a hostel in a marsh,\\nThere fever seized upon him myself was then\\nTraveling that land, and meant to rest an hour;\\nAnd sitting down to such a base repast,\\nIt makes me angry yet to speak of it\\nI heard a groaning overhead, and climb d\\nThe moulder d stairs (for everything was vile)\\nAnd in a loft, with none to wait on him,\\nFound, as it seem d, a skeleton alone,\\nRaving of dead men s dust and beating hearts.\\nA dismal hostel in a dismal land,\\nA fiat malarian world of reed and rush\\nBut there from fever and my care of him\\nSprang up a friendship that may help us yet.\\nFor while we roam d along the dreary coast.\\nAnd waited for her message, piece by piece\\nI learnt the drearier story of his life\\nAnd, tho he loved and honor d Lionel,\\nFound that the sudden wail his lady made\\nDwelt in his fancy did he know her worth,\\nHer beauty even? should he not be taught,\\nEv n by the price that others set upon it,\\nThe value of that jewel he had to guard?\\nSuddenly came her notice and we past,\\nI with our lover to his native Bay.\\nThis love is of the brain, the mind, the soul:\\nThat makes the sequel pure; tho some of us", "height": "2854", "width": "1838", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0172.jp2"}, "173": {"fulltext": "THE LOVER S TALE. 165\\nBeginning; at the sequel know no more.\\nNot such am I and yet I say the bird\\nThat will not hear my call, however sweet,\\nBut if my neighbor whistle answers him\\nWhat matter? there are others in the Vv^ood.\\nYet when I saw her (and I thought him crazed,\\nTho not with such a craziness as needs\\nA cell and keeper), those dark eyes of hers\\nOh! such dark eyes! and not her eyes alone,\\nBut all from these to where she touch d on\\nearth,\\nFor such a craziness as Julian s look d\\nNo less than one divine apology.\\nSo sweetly and so modestly she came\\nTo greet us, her young hero in her arms\\nKiss him, she said. You gave me life\\nagain.\\nHe, but for you, had never seen it once.\\nHis other father you Kiss him, and then\\nForgive him, if his name be Julian too.\\nTalk of lost hopes and broken heart! his\\nown\\nSent such a flame into his face, I knew\\nSome sudden vivid pleasure hit him there.\\nBut he was all the more resolved to go,\\nAnd sent at once to Lionel, praying him\\nBy that great love they both had borne the\\ndead.\\nTo come and revel for one hour with him\\nBefore he left the land for evermore;\\nAnd then to friends they were not many\\nwho lived", "height": "2884", "width": "1757", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0173.jp2"}, "174": {"fulltext": "166 THE LOVER S TALE.\\nScatteringly about that lonely land of his,\\nAnd bade them to a banquet of farewells.\\nAnd Julian made a solemn feast: I never\\nSat at a costlier; for all round his hall\\nFrom column on to column, as in a wood,\\nNot such as here an equatorial one,\\nGreat garlands swung and blossom d; and\\nbeneath,\\nHeirlooms, and ancient miracles of Art,\\nChalice and salver, wines that, Heaven knows\\nwhen.\\nHad suck d the fire of some forgotten sun,\\nAnd kept it thro a hundred years of gloom,\\nYet glowing in a heart of ruby cups\\nWhere nymph and god ran ever round in\\ngold-\\nOthers of glass as costly some with gems\\nMovable and resettable at will.\\nAnd trebling all the rest in value Ah heavens\\nWhy need I tell you all? suffice to say\\nThat whatsoever such a house as his,\\nAnd his was old, has in it rare or fair\\nWas brought before the guests and they, the\\nguests,\\nWonder d at some strange light in Julian s eyes\\n(1 told you that he had his golden hour).\\nAnd such a feast, ill-suited as it seem d\\nTo such a time, to Lionel s loss and his\\nAnd that resolved self-exile from a land\\nHe never would revisit, such a feast.\\nSo rich, so strange, and stranger ev n than rich,\\nBut rich as for the nuptials of a king.", "height": "2859", "width": "1783", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0174.jp2"}, "175": {"fulltext": "THE LOVER S TALE. 167\\nAnd stranger yet, at one end of the hall\\nTwo great funeral curtains, looping down,\\nParted a little ere they met the floor,\\nAbout a picture of his lady, taken\\nSome years before, and falling hid the frame.\\nAnd just above the parting was a lamp:\\nSo the sweet figure folded round with night\\nSeem d stepping out of darkness with a smile.\\nWell then our solemn feast we ate and\\ndrank.\\nAnd might the wines being of such noble-\\nness\\nHave jested also, but for Julian s eyes,\\nAnd something weird and wild about it all:\\nWhat was it? for our lover seldom spoke.\\nScarce touch d the meats; but ever and anon\\nA priceless goblet with a priceless wine\\nArising, show d he drank beyond his use;\\nAnd when the feast was near an end, he said\\nThere is a custom in the Orient, friends\\nI read of it in Persia when a man\\nWill honor those who feast with him, he brings\\nAnd shows them whatsoever he accounts\\nOf all his treasures the most beautiful,\\nGold, jewels, arms, whatever it may be.\\nThis custom\\nPausing here a moment, all\\nThe guests broke in upon him with meeting\\nhands\\nAnd cries about the banquet Beautiful!\\nWho could desire more beauty at a feast?", "height": "2884", "width": "1757", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0175.jp2"}, "176": {"fulltext": "168 THE LOVER S TALE.\\nThe lover answer d, There is more than\\none\\nHere sitting who desires it. Laud me not\\nBefore my time, but hear me to the close.\\nThis custom steps yet further when the guest\\nIs loved and honor d to the uttermost.\\nFor after he hath shown him gems or gold,\\nHe brings and sets before him in rich guise\\nThat which is thrice as beautiful as these,\\nThe beauty that is dearest to his heart\\n*0 my heart s lord, would I could show you,\\nhe says,\\n*Ev n my heart too. And I propose to-night\\nTo show you what is dearest to my heart.\\nAnd my heart too.\\nBut solve me first a doubt.\\nI knew a man, nor many years ago;\\nHe had a faithful servant, one who loved\\nHis master more than all on earth beside.\\nHe falling sick, and seeming close on death,\\nHis master would not wait until he died,\\nBut bad his menials bear him from the door,\\nAnd leave him in the public way to die.\\nI knew another, not so long ago.\\nWho found the dying servant, took him home,\\nAnd fed, and cherish d him, and saved his life.\\nI ask you now, should this first master claim\\nHis service, whom does it belong to? him\\nWho thrust him out, or him who saved his\\nlife?\\nThis question, so flung down before the\\nguests,", "height": "2859", "width": "1783", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0176.jp2"}, "177": {"fulltext": "THE LOVER^S TALE. 169\\nAnd balanced either way by each, at length\\nWhen some were doubtful how the law would\\nhold,\\nWas handed over by consent of all\\nTo one who had not spoken, Lionel.\\nFair speech was his, and delicate of phrase.\\nAnd he beginning languidly his loss\\nWeigh d on him yet but warming as he went,\\nGlanced at the point of law, to pass it by.\\nAffirming that as long as either lived,\\nBy all the laws of love and gratefulness.\\nThe service of the one so saved was due\\nAll to the saver adding, with a smile,\\nThe first for many weeks a semi-smile\\nAs at a strong conclusion body and soul\\nAnd life and limbs, all his to work his will.\\nThen Julian made a secret sign to me\\nTo bring Camilla down before them all.\\nAnd crossing her own picture as she came,\\nAnd looking as much lovelier as herself\\nIs lovelier than all others on her head\\nA diamond circlet, and from under this\\nA veil, that seemed no more than gilded air,\\nFlying by each fine ear, an Eastern gauze\\nWith seeds of gold so, with that grace of hers.\\nSlow-moving as a wave against the wind,\\nThat flings a mist behind it in the sun\\nAnd bearing high in arms the mighty babe,\\nThe younger Julian, who himself was crown d\\nWith roses, none so rosy as himself\\nAnd over all her babe and her the jevv^els\\nOf many generations of his house\\n12 In Memoriam", "height": "2884", "width": "1757", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0177.jp2"}, "178": {"fulltext": "170 THE LOVER S TALE.\\nSparkled and flash d, for he had decked them\\nout\\nAs for a solemn sacrifice of love\\nSo she came in I am long in telling it,\\nI never yet beheld a thing so strange,\\nSad, sweet, and strange together floated in\\nWhile all the guests in mute amazement rose\\nAnd slowly pacing to the middle hall,\\nBefore the board, there paused and stood, her\\nbreast\\nHard-heaving, and her eyes upon her feet,\\nNot daring yet to glance at Lionel.\\nBut him she carried, him nor lights nor feast\\nDazed or amazed, nor eyes of men who cared\\nOnly to use his own, and staring wide\\nAnd hungering for the gilt and jewell d world\\nAbout him, look d, as he is like to prove,\\nWhen Julian goes, the lord of all he saw.\\nMy guests, said Julian: **you are honor d\\nnow\\nE en to the uttermost: in her behold\\nOf all my treasures the most beautiful.\\nOf all things upon earth the dearest to me.\\nThen waving us a sign to seat ourselves.\\nLed his dear lady to a chair of state.\\nAnd I, by Lionel sitting, saw his face\\nFire, and dead ashes and all fire again\\nThrice in a second, felt him tremble too,\\nAnd heard him muttering, So like, so like;\\nShe never had a sister. I knew none.\\nSome cousin of his and hers O God, so like!\\nAnd then he suddenly ask d her if she were.", "height": "2859", "width": "1783", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0178.jp2"}, "179": {"fulltext": "THE LOVER S TALE. 171\\nShe shook, and cast her eyes down, and was\\ndumb.\\nAnd then some other question d if she came\\nFrom foreign lands, and still she did not speak.\\nAnother, if the boy were hers: but she\\nTo all their queries answer d not a word.\\nWhich made the amazement more, till one of\\nthem\\nSaid, shuddering, Her spectre! But his\\nfriend\\nReplied, in half a whisper, Not at least\\nThe spectre that will speak if spoken to.\\nTerrible pity, if one so beautiful\\nProve, as I almost dread to find her, dumb!\\nBut Julian, sitting by her, answer d all:\\nShe is but dumb, because in her you see\\nThat faithful servant whom we spoke about,\\nObedient to her second master now;\\nWhich will not last.\\nI have here to-night a guest\\nSo bound to me by common love and loss\\nWhat! shall I bind him more? in his behalf,\\nShall I exceed the Persian, giving him\\nThat which of all things is the dearest to me,\\nNot only showing? and he himself pronounced\\nThat my rich gift is wholly mine to give.\\nNow all be dumb, and promise all of you\\nNot to break in on what I say by word\\nOr whisper, while I show you all my heart.\\nAnd then began the story of his love\\nAs here to-day, but not so wordily", "height": "2884", "width": "1757", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0179.jp2"}, "180": {"fulltext": "172 THE LOVER S TALE.\\nThe passionate moment would not suffer\\nthat-\\nPast thro his visions to the burial; thence\\nDown to this last strange hour in his own\\nhall;\\nAnd then rose up, and with him all his guests\\nOnce more as by enchantment; all but he,\\nLionel, who fain had risen, but fell again,\\nAnd sat as if in chains to whom he said:\\nTake my free gift, my cousin, for your wife;\\nAnd were it only for the giver s sake,\\nAnd tho she seem so like the one you lost,\\nYet cast her not away so suddenly.\\nLest there be none left here to bring her back:\\nI leave this land forever. Here he ceased.\\nThen taking his dear lady by one hand,\\nAnd bearing on one arm the noble babe,\\nHe slowly brought them both to Lionel.\\nAnd there the widower husband and dead Vv ife\\nRush d each at each with a cry, that rather\\nseem d\\nFor some new death than for a life renew d;\\nWhereat the very babe began to wail\\nAt once they turn d, and caught and brought\\nhim in\\nTo their charm d circle, and, half killing him\\nWith kisses, round him closed and claspt again.\\nBut Lionel, when at last he freed himself\\nFrom wife and child, and lifted up a face\\nAll over-glowing with the sun of life,\\nAnd love, and boundless thanks the sight of\\nthis\\nSo frighted our good friend, that turning to me", "height": "2859", "width": "1783", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0180.jp2"}, "181": {"fulltext": "THE LOVER S TALE. 173\\nAnd saying, It is over: let us go\\nThere were our horses ready at the doors\\nWe bade them no farewell, but mounting these\\nHe past for ever from his native land\\nAnd I with him, my Julian, back to mine.", "height": "2884", "width": "1757", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0181.jp2"}, "182": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2859", "width": "1783", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0182.jp2"}, "183": {"fulltext": "TO\\nALFRED TENNYSON,\\nMY GRANDSON.\\nGolden-hair d Ally whose name is one with mine.\\nCrazy with laughter and babble and earth s new wine.\\nNow that the flower of a year and a half is thine,\\nO little blossom, O mine, and mine of mine,\\nGlorious poet who never hast written a line,\\nLaugh, for the name at the head of my verse is thine.\\nMay st thou never be wrong d by the name that is mine\\n175", "height": "2884", "width": "1757", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0183.jp2"}, "184": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2859", "width": "1783", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0184.jp2"}, "185": {"fulltext": "BALLADS AND OTHER POEMS.\\nTHE FIRST QUARREL.\\n(in the isle of wight.)\\nI.\\nWait a little, you say, you are sure it ll all\\ncome right,\\nBut the boy was born i trouble, an looks so\\nwan an so white:\\nWait! an once I ha waited I hadn t to wait\\nfor long.\\nNow I wait, wait, wait for Harry. No, no,\\nyou are doing me wrong\\nHarry and I were married, the boy can hold\\nup his head,\\nThe boy was: born in wedlock, but after my\\nman was dead;\\nI ha worked for him fifteen years, an I work\\nan I wait to the end.\\nI am all alone in the world, an you are my\\nonly friend.\\nII.\\nDoctor, if you can wait, I ll tell you the tale o*\\nmy life.\\nWhen Harry an I were children, he call d me\\nhis own little wife\\n177\\n12", "height": "2884", "width": "1757", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0185.jp2"}, "186": {"fulltext": "178 THE FIRST QUARREL.\\n1 was happy when I was with him, an sorry\\nwhen he was away,\\nAn when we play d together, I loved him bet-\\nter than play\\nHe workt me the daisy chain he made me the\\ncowslip ball,\\nHe fought the boys that were rude, an I loved\\nhim better than all.\\nPassionate girl tho I was, an often at home\\nin disgrace,\\nI never could quarrel with Harry I had but\\nto look in his face.\\nIII.\\nThere w^as a farmer in Dorset of Harry s kin,\\nthat had need\\nOf a good stout lad at his farm; he sent, an\\nthe father agreed\\nSo Harry was bound to the Dorsetshire farm\\nfor years an* for years;\\nI walked with him down to the quay, poor lad,\\nan we parted in tears.\\nThe boat was beginning to move, we heard\\nthem a-ringing the bell,\\nI ll never love any but you, God bless you,\\nmy own little Nell.\\nIV.\\nI was a child, an he was a child, an he came\\nto harm;\\nThere was a girl, a hussy, that workt with him\\nup at the farm,\\nOne had deceived her an left her alone with\\nher sin an her shame,", "height": "2859", "width": "1783", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0186.jp2"}, "187": {"fulltext": "THE FIRST QUARREL. 179\\nAnd SO she was wicked with Harry; the girl\\nwas the most to blame.\\nV.\\nAnd years went over till I that was little had\\ngrown so tall,\\nThe men would say of the maids, Our Nelly s\\nthe flower of em all.\\nI didn t take heed o them, but I taught myself\\nall I could\\nTo make a good wife for Harry, when Harry\\ncame home for good.\\nVI.\\nOften I seem d unhappy, and often as happy,\\ntoo.\\nFor I heard it abroad in the fields, I ll never\\nlove any but you;\\nI ll never love any but you, the morning\\nsong of the lark,\\nI ll never love any but you, the nightingale s\\nhymn in the dark.\\nVII.\\nAnd Harry came home at last, but he look d\\nat me sidelong and shy,\\nVext me a bit. till he told m.e that so many\\nyears had gone by,\\nI had grown so handsome and tall that I\\nmight ha forgot him somehow\\nFor he thought there were other lads he was\\nfear d to look at me now.", "height": "2884", "width": "1757", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0187.jp2"}, "188": {"fulltext": "180 THE FIRST QUARREL.\\nYIII.\\nHard was the frost in the field, we were mar-\\nried o Christmas day.\\nMarried among the red berries, an all as\\nmerry as May\\nThose were the pleasant times, my house an\\nmy man were my pride,\\nWe seem d like ships i the Channel a-sailing\\nwith wind an tide.\\nIX.\\nBut work was scant in the Isle, tho he tried\\nthe villages round.\\nSo Harry went over the Solent to see if work\\ncould be found;\\nAn he wrote, I ha six weeks work, little\\nwife, so far as 1 know;\\nI ll come for an hour to-morrow, an kiss you\\nbefore I go.\\nX.\\nSo I set to righting the house, for wasn t he\\ncoming that day?\\nAn I hit on an old deal-box that was push d\\nin a corner away,\\nIt was full of old odds an ends, an a letter\\nalong wi the rest,\\nI had better ha put my naked hand in a hor-\\nnet s nest.\\nXI.\\nSweetheart this was the letter this was\\nthe letter I read", "height": "2859", "width": "1783", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0188.jp2"}, "189": {"fulltext": "THE FIRST QUARREL. 181\\nYou promised to find me work near you, an\\nI wish I was dead\\nDidn t you kiss me an promise? you haven t\\ndone it, my lad,\\nAn I almost died o your going away, an I\\nwish that I had.\\nXII.\\nI, too, wish that I had\u00e2\u0080\u0094 in the pleasant times\\nthat had past,\\nBefore I quarrel d with Harry my quarrel\\nthe first an the last.\\nxui.\\nFor Harry came in, an I flung him the letter\\nthat drove me wild\\nAn he told me all at once, as simple as any\\nchild,\\nWhat can it matter, my lass, what I did wi\\nmy single life?\\nI ha been as true to you as ever a man to his\\nwife;\\nAn she wasn t one o the worst. Then, I\\nsaid, I m none o the best.\\nAn he smiled at me, Ain t you, my love?\\nCome, come, little wife, let it rest!\\nThe man isn t like the woman, no need to make\\nsuch a stir.\\nBut he anger d me all the more, an I said,\\nYou were keeping with her,\\nWhen I was a-loving you all along an the same\\nas before.\\nAn he didn t speak for a while, an he anger d\\nme more and more.", "height": "2884", "width": "1757", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0189.jp2"}, "190": {"fulltext": "182 THE FIRST QUARREL.\\nThen he patted my hand in his gentle way\u00c2\u00bb\\nLet bygones be!\\nBygones! you kept yours hush d, I said,\\nwhen you married me!\\nBy-gones ma be come-agains; an she in her\\nshame an her sin\\nYou ll have her to nurse my child, if I die o\\nmy lying in\\nYou ll make her its second mother! I hate her\\nan I hate you!\\nAh, Harry, my man, you had better ha beaten\\nme black an blue\\nThan ha spoken as kind as you did, when I\\nwere so crazy wi spite,\\nWait a little, my lass, I am sure it ill all\\ncome right.\\nXIV.\\nAn he took three turns in the rain, an I\\nwatch d him, an when he came in\\nI felt that my heart w^as hard, he was all wet\\nthro to the skin,\\nAn I never said off wi the wet, I never\\nsaid on wi the dry,\\nSo I knew my heart was hard, when he came\\nto bid me good-bye.\\nYou said that you hated me, Ellen, but that\\nisn t true, you know;\\nI am going to leave you a bit you ll kiss me\\nbefore I go?\\nXV.\\nGoing! you re going to her kiss her if you\\nwill, I said,\u00e2\u0080\u0094", "height": "2859", "width": "1783", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0190.jp2"}, "191": {"fulltext": "THE FIRST QUARREL. 183\\nI was near my time wi the boy, Imust ha\\nbeen light i my head\\nI had sooner be cursed than kiss d! I didn t\\nknow well what I meant,\\nBut I turn d my face from him, an* he turn d\\nhis face an he went.\\nXVI.\\nAnd then he sent me a letter, I ve gotten my\\nwork to do;\\nYou wouldn t kiss me, my lass, an I never\\nloved any but you\\nI am sorry for all the quarrel an sorry for\\nwhat she wrote,\\nI ha six weeks work in Jersey an go to-night\\nby the boat.\\nXVII.\\nAn the wind began to rise, an* I thought of\\nhim out at sea.\\nAn I felt I had been to blame; he was always\\nkind to me.\\nWait a little, my lass, I am sure it ill all\\ncome right\\nAn the boat went down that night the boat\\nwent down that night.", "height": "2884", "width": "1757", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0191.jp2"}, "192": {"fulltext": "184 RIZPAH.\\nRIZPAH.\\n17\u00e2\u0080\u0094.\\nI.\\nWailing, wailing, wailing, the wind over land\\nand sea\\nAnd Willy s voice in the v/ind, O mother,\\ncome out to me.\\nWhy should he call me to-night, when he\\nknows that I cannot go?\\nFor the downs are as bright as day, and the\\nfull moon stares at the snow.\\nII.\\nWe should be seen, my dear; they would spy\\nus out of the town.\\nThe loud black nights for us, and the storm\\nrushing over the down,\\nW^hen I cannot see my own hand, but am led\\nby the creak of the chain,\\nAnd grovel and grope for my son till I find\\nmyself drenched with the rain.\\nIII.\\nAnything fallen again? nay what was there\\nleft to fall?\\nI have taken them home, I have number d the\\nbones, I have hidden them all.", "height": "2859", "width": "1783", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0192.jp2"}, "193": {"fulltext": "RIZPAH. 185\\nWhat am I saying? and what are you? do you\\ncome as a spy?\\nFalls? what falls? who knows? As the tree falls\\nso must it lie.\\nIV.\\nWho let her in? how long has she been? you\\nwhat have you heard?\\nWhy did you sit so quiet? you never have\\nspoken a word.\\nO to pray w^ith me yes a lady none of\\ntheir spies\\nBut the night has crept into my heart, and be-\\ngun to darken my eyes.\\nAh you, that have lived so soft, what should\\nyou know of the night,\\nThe blast and the burning shame and the bit-\\nter frost and the fright?\\nI have done it, while you were asleep you\\nwere only made for the day.\\nI have gather d my baby together and now\\nyou may go your way.\\nVI.\\nNay for it s kind of you, Madam, to sit by an\\nold dying wife,\\nBut say nothing hard of my boy, I have only\\nan hour of life.\\nI kiss d my boy in the prison, before he went\\nout to die.\\nThey dared me to do it, he said, and he\\nnever has told me a lie.", "height": "2884", "width": "1757", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0193.jp2"}, "194": {"fulltext": "186 RIZPAH.\\nI whipt him for robbing an orchard once when\\nhe was but a child\\nThe farmer dared me to do it, he said; he\\nwas always so wild\\nAnd idle and couldn t be idle my Will he\\nnever could rest.\\nThe King should have made him a soldier, he\\nwould have been one of his best.\\nVII.\\nBut he lived with a lot of wild mates, and they\\nnever would let him be good;\\nThey swore that he dare not rob the mail, and\\nhe swore that he would\\nAnd he took no life, but he took one purse,\\nand when all was done\\nHe flung it among his fellows I ll none of it,\\nsaid my son.\\nVIII.\\nI came into court to the Judge and the lawyers.\\nI told them my tale,\\nGod s own truth but they kill d him, they\\nkill d him for robbing the mail.\\nThey hang d him in chains for a show we\\nhad aways borne a good name\\nTo be hang d for a thief and then put away\\nisn t that enough shame?\\nDust to dust\u00e2\u0080\u0094 low down let us hide! but they\\nset him so high\\nThat all the ships of the world could stare at\\nhim, passing by.\\nGod ill pardon the hell-back raven and hor-\\nrible fowls of the air.", "height": "2859", "width": "1783", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0194.jp2"}, "195": {"fulltext": "RIZPAH. 187\\nBut not the black heart of the lawyer who\\nkill d him and hang d him there.\\nIX.\\nAnd the jailer forced me away. I had bid him\\nmy last good-bye;\\nThey had fasten d the door of his cell. O\\nmother! I heard him cry,\\nI couldn t get back tho I tried, he had some-\\nthing further to say.\\nAnd now I never shall know it. The jailer\\nforced me away.\\nX.\\nThen since I couldn t but hear that cry of my\\nboy that was dead,\\nThey seized me and shut me up; they fasten d\\nme down on my bed.\\nMother, O mother! he call d in the dark to\\nme year after year\\nThey beat me for that, they beat me you\\nknow that I couldn t but hear;\\nAnd then at the last they found I had grown\\nso stupid and still\\nThey let me abroad again but the creatures\\nhad worked their will.\\nXI.\\nFlesh of my flesh was gone, but bone of my\\nbone was left\\nI stole them all from the lawyers and you,\\nwill you call it a theft?\\nMy baby, the bones that had suck d me, the\\nbones that had laughed and had cried", "height": "2884", "width": "1757", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0195.jp2"}, "196": {"fulltext": "188 RIZPAH.\\nTheirs? O no! they are mine not theirs\\nthey had moved in my side.\\nXII.\\nDo you think I was scared by the bones? I\\nkiss d em, I buried em all\\nI can t dig deep, I am old in the night by the\\nchurchyard wall.\\nMy Willy ill rise up whole when the trumpet\\nof judgment ill sound,\\nBut I charge you never to say that I laid him\\nin holy ground.\\nXIII.\\nThey would scratch him up they would hang\\nhim again on the cursed tree.\\nSin? O yes we are sinners, I know let all\\nthat be,\\nAnd read me a Bible verse of the Lord s good\\nwill toward men\\nFull of compassion and mercy, the Lord\\nlet me hear it again\\nFull of compassion and mercy long-suffer-\\ning. Yes, O yes!\\nFor the lawyer is born but to murder the\\nSavior lives but to bless.\\nHe ll never put on the black cap except for the\\nworst of the worst,\\nAnd the first may be last I have heard it in\\nchurch and the last may be first.\\nSuffering O long-suffering\u00e2\u0080\u0094 yes, as the Lord\\nmust know.\\nYear after year in the mist and the wind and\\nthe shower and the snow.", "height": "2859", "width": "1783", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0196.jp2"}, "197": {"fulltext": "RIZPAH. 189\\nXIV.\\nHeard, have you? what? they have told you\\nhe never repented his sin\\nHow do they know it? are they his mother?\\nare you of his kin?\\nHeard! have you ever heard, when the storm\\non the downs began,\\nThe wind that ill wail like a child and the sea\\nthat 11 moan like a man?\\nXV.\\nElection, Election and Reprobation\u00e2\u0080\u0094 it s all\\nvery well,\\nBut I go to-night to my boy, and I shall not\\nfind him in Hell.\\nFor I cared so much for my boy that the Lord\\nhas look d into my care,\\nAnd He means me I m sure to be happy with\\nWilly, I know not where.\\nXVI.\\nAnd if he be lost\u00e2\u0080\u0094 but to save my soul, that is\\nall your desire\\nDo you think that I care for my soul if my\\nboy be gone to the fire?\\nI have been with God in the dark go, go,\\nyou may leave me alone\\nYou never have borne a child\u00e2\u0080\u0094 you are just as\\nhard as a stone.\\nXVII.\\nMadam, I beg your pardon I think that you\\nmean to be kind,", "height": "2884", "width": "1757", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0197.jp2"}, "198": {"fulltext": "190 RIZPAH.\\nBut I cannot hear what you say for my Willy s\\nvoice in the wind\\nThe snow and the sky so bright he used but\\nto call in the dark,\\nAnd he calls to me now from the church, and\\nnot from the gibbet for hark\\nNay you can hear it yourself it is coming\\nshaking the walls\\nWilly the moon s in a cloud Good- night.\\nI am going. He calls.", "height": "2859", "width": "1783", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0198.jp2"}, "199": {"fulltext": "THE NORTHERN COBBLER. 191\\nTHE NORTHERN COBBLER.\\nI.\\nWaait till our Sally cooms in, fur thou mun a*\\nsights* to tell.\\nEh, but I be maain glad to seea tha sa arty\\nan well.\\n**Cast awaay on a disolut land wi a vartical\\nsoonf!\\nStrange fur to goa fur to think what saailors a\\nseean an a doon;\\nSummat to drink sa ot? I a nowt but\\nAdam s wine:\\nWhat s the eat o this little ill-side to the eat\\no the line?\\nII.\\nWhat s i tha bottle a-stanning theer? I ll\\ntell tha. Gin.\\nBut if thou wants thy grog, tha mun goa fur it\\ndown to the inn.\\nThe vowels ai, pronounced separately though in the\\nclosest conjunction, best render the sound of the long\\nand J/ in this dialect. But since such words as craiin\\\\\\ndaim\\\\ what, ai (I), etc., look awkward except in a page\\nof express phonetics, I have thought it better to leave\\nthe simple andy, and to trust that my readers will give\\nthem the broader pronunciation.\\nf The 00 short as in wood.", "height": "2884", "width": "1757", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0199.jp2"}, "200": {"fulltext": "192 THE NORTHERN COBBLER.\\nNaay fur I be maain-glad, but thaw tha was\\niver sa dry,\\nThou gits naw gin fro the bottle theer, an I ll\\ntell tha why.\\nIII.\\nMea an thy sister was married, when wur it?\\nback-end o June,\\nTen years sin and wa greed as well as a\\nfiddle i tune:\\nI could fettle and clump owd boots and shoes\\nwi the best on em all,\\nAs fer as fro Thursby thurn hup to Harmsby\\nand Hutterby Hall.\\nWe was busy as beeas i the bloom an as\\nappy as art could think,\\nAn then the babby wur burn, and then I\\ntaakes to the drink.\\nIV.\\nAn I weant gaainsaay it, my lad, thaw I be\\nhafe shaamed on it now,\\nWe could sing a good song at the Plow, we\\ncould sing a good song at the Plow\\nThaw once of a frosty night I slither d an\\nhurted my buck,*\\nAn* I coom d neck-and-crop soomtimes slaape\\ndown i the squad an the muck:\\nAn once I fowt wi the Tailaor not hafe ov a\\nman, my lad\\nFur he scrawm d an scratted my faace like a\\ncat, an it maade er sa mad\\nThat Sally she turn d a tongue-banger, f an\\nraated ma, Sottin thy braains\\nHip. t Scold.", "height": "2859", "width": "1783", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0200.jp2"}, "201": {"fulltext": "THE NORTHERN COBBLER. 193\\nGuzzlin an soakin an smoakin an hawmin\\nabout i the laanes,\\nSoa sow-droonk that tha doesn not touch thy\\nat to the vSquire;\\nAn* a look d cock-eyed at my noase an I\\nseead im a-gittin o fire:\\nBut sin I wur hallus i liquor an hallus as\\ndroonk as a king,\\nFoalks coostom flitted awaay like a kite wi a\\nbrokken string.\\nAn Sally she wesh d foalks cloaths to keep\\nthe wolf fro the door,\\nEh, but the moor she riled me, she druv me to\\ndrink the moor.\\nFur I fun when er back wur turn d, wheer\\nSally s owd stockin wur id,\\nAn I grabb d the munny she maade, and I\\nwear d it o liquor, I did.\\nVI.\\nAn one night I cooms oam like a bull gotten\\nloose at a faair.\\nAn she wur a-waaitin fo mma, an cryin and\\ntearin er aair,\\nAn I tummled athurt the craadle an swear d\\nas I d break ivry stick\\nO furnitur ere i the ouse, an I gied our\\nvSally a kick,\\nAn I mash d the taables an chairs, an she\\nan the babby beal d,!\\nLounging. f Bellowed, cried out.\\n13 la Memoriam", "height": "2884", "width": "1757", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0201.jp2"}, "202": {"fulltext": "194 THE NORTHERN COBBLER.\\nFur I knaw d naw moor what I did nor a mor-\\ntal beast o the feald.\\nVII,\\nAn when I waaked i the murnin I seead that\\nour Sally went laamed\\nCos o the kick as I gied er, an I wur dreadful\\nashaamed\\nAn Sally wur sloomy* an dragle taaled in\\nan owd turn gown,\\nAn the babby s faace wurn t wesh d an the\\nole ouse hupside down.\\nVIII.\\nAn then I minded our Sally so pratty an\\nneat an sweeat,\\nStraat as a pole an clean as a flower fro cad\\nto feeat:\\nAn then I minded the fust kiss I gied er by\\nThursby thurn\\nTheer wur a lark a-singin is best of a Sun-\\nday at mum,\\nCouldn t see im, we eard im a-mountin oop\\nigher an igher,\\nAn then e turn d to the sun, an e shined\\nlike a sparkle o fire.\\nDoesn t tha see im, she axes, furl can\\nsee im? an I\\nSeead nobbut the smile o the sun as danced\\nin er pratty blue eye;\\nAn I says I mun gie tha a kiss, an Sally\\nsays Noa, thou moant,\\nSluggish, out of spirits.", "height": "2859", "width": "1783", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0202.jp2"}, "203": {"fulltext": "THE NORTHERN COBBLER. 195\\nBut I gied er a kiss, an then anoother, an\\nSally says *doant!\\nIX.\\nAn when we coom d into Meeatin at fust she\\nwur all in a tew,\\nBut, arter we sing d the ymn togither like\\nbirds on a beugh\\nAn Muggins e preach d o Hell-fire an the\\nloov o God fur men.\\nAn then upo coomin awaay Sally gied me a\\nkiss ov ersen.\\nX.\\nHeer wur a fall fro a kiss to a kick like Saatan\\nas fell\\nDown out o heaven i Hell-fire thaw theer s\\nna drinkin i Hell;\\nMea fur to kick our Sally as kep the wolf fro\\nthe door,\\nAll along o the drink, fur I loov d er as well\\nas afoor.\\nXI.\\nSa like a graat num-cumpus I blubber d\\nawaay o the bed\\nWeant niver do it naw moor; an Sally\\nlooakt up an she said,\\nI ll upowd it* tha weant; thou rt like the\\nrest o the men,\\nThou ll goa sniiBn about the tap till tha does\\nit agean.\\nI ll uphold it.", "height": "2884", "width": "1757", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0203.jp2"}, "204": {"fulltext": "196 THE NORTHERN COBBLER.\\nTher s thy hennemy, man, an I knaws, as\\nknaws tha sa well,\\nThat, if tha seeas im an smells im tha 11 f oi-\\nler im slick into Hell.\\nXII.\\nNaay, says I, fur I weant goa sniffin\\nabout the tap.\\nWeant tha? she says, an mysen I thowt i\\nmysen mayhap.\\nNoa: an I started awaay like a shot, an\\ndown to the Hinn,\\nAn I browt what tha seeas stannin* theer,\\nyon big black bottle o gin.\\nXIII.\\nThat caps owt,* says Sally, an saw she be-\\ngins to cry.\\nBut T puts it inter er ands an I says to er,\\nSally, says I,\\nStan im theer i the naame o the Lord an\\nthe power ov is Graace,\\nStan im theer, fur I ll look my hennemy\\nstrait i the faace,\\nStan im theer i the winder, an let ma look\\nat im then,\\nE seeams naw moor nor watter, an e s the\\nDivil s oan sen.\\nXIV.\\nAn I wur down i* tha mouth, couldn t do naw\\nwork an all,\\nThat s beyond everything.", "height": "2859", "width": "1783", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0204.jp2"}, "205": {"fulltext": "THE NORTHERN COBBLER 197\\nNasty an snaggy an sliaaky, an poonch d my\\nand wi the hawl,\\nBut she wur a power o coomfut, an sattled\\nersen o my knee,\\nAn coaxd an coodled me oop till agean I\\nfeel d mysen free.\\nXV.\\nAn Sally she tell d it about, an foalk stood a-\\ngawmin in.\\nAs thaw it wur summat bewitch d instead of a\\nquart o gin\\nAn some on em said it wur watter an I wur\\nchousin the wife.\\nFor I couldn t owd ands off gin, wur it nob-\\nbut to saave my life;\\nAn blacksmith e strips me the thick ov is\\nairm, an e shaws it to me,\\nFeeal thou this! thou can t graw this upo\\nwatter! says he.\\nAn Doctor e calls o Sunday an just as can-\\ndles was lit,\\nThou moant do it, he says, tha mun break\\nim off bit by bit.\\nThou rt but a Methody-man, says Parson,\\nand laays down is at,\\nAn e points to the bottle o gin, but I re-\\nspecks tha fur that;\\nAn Squire, his oan very sen, walks down fro\\nthe All to see.\\nAn e spanks is and into mine, fur I re-\\nspecks tha, says e;\\nStaring vacantly.", "height": "2884", "width": "1757", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0205.jp2"}, "206": {"fulltext": "198 THE NORTHERN COBBLER.\\nAn coostom agean draw d in like a wind fro*\\nfar an wide,\\nAnd browt me the boots to be cobbled fro\\nhafe the coontryside.\\nXVI.\\nAn theer e stans an theer e shall stan to\\nmy dying daay;\\nI a gotten to loov im agean in anoother kind\\nof aawaay,\\nProud on im, like, my lad, an I keeaps im\\nclean an bright,\\nLoovs im, an roobs im, an doosts im, an\\nputs im back i the light.\\nXVII.\\nWould nt a pint a sarved as well as a quart?\\nNaw doubt:\\nBut I liked a bigger feller to fight wi an* fowt\\nit out.\\nFine an* meller *e mun be by this, if I cared\\nto taaste,\\nBut I moant, my lad, and I weant, fur I d feal\\nmysen clean disgraaced.\\nXVIII.\\nAn once I said to the Missis, My lass, when\\nI cooms to die,\\nSmash the bottle to smithers, the Divil s in\\nim, said I.\\nBut arter I changed my mind, an if Sally be\\nleft aloan,\\nI ll hev im a-buried wi mma an taake *im\\nafoor the Throan.", "height": "2859", "width": "1783", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0206.jp2"}, "207": {"fulltext": "THE NORTHERN COBBLER. 199\\nXIX.\\nCoom thou eer yon laady a-steppin along\\nthe streeat,\\nDoes nt tha knaw *er sa pratty, an feat, an*\\nneat, an sweeat?\\nLook at the cloaths on er back, thebbe am-\\nmost spick-span-new,\\nAn Tommy s faace be as fresh as a codlin\\nwesh d i* the dew.\\nXX.\\nEre be our Sally an Tommy, an* we be a-\\ngoin to dine,\\nBaacon an taates, an a beslings-puddin an*\\nAdam s wine;\\nBut if tha wants ony grog tha mun goa fur it\\ndown to the Hinn,\\nPur I weant shed a drop on is blooad, no, not\\nfur Sally s oan kin.\\nA pudding made with the first milk of the cow after\\ncalving.", "height": "2884", "width": "1757", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0207.jp2"}, "208": {"fulltext": "200 THE REVENGE.\\nTHE REVENGE.\\nA BALLAD OF THE FLEET.\\nL\\nAt Flores in the Azores Sir Richard Grenville\\nlay,\\nAnd a pinnace, like a flutter dbird, came flying\\nfrom far away:\\nSpanish ships of war at sea! we have sighted\\nfifty-three!\\nThen sware Lord Thomas Howard: Fore\\nGod I am no coward\\nBut I cannot meet them here, for my ships are\\nout of gear,\\nAnd the half my men are sick. I must fly, but\\nfollow quick.\\nWe are six ships of the line can we fight with\\nfifty-three?\\nThen spake Sir Richard Grenville: I know\\nyou are no coward;\\nYou fly them for a moment to fight with them\\nagain.\\nBut I ve ninety men and more that are lying\\nsick ashore.\\nI should count myself the coward if I left them,\\nmy Lord Howard,", "height": "2859", "width": "1783", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0208.jp2"}, "209": {"fulltext": "The battle-thunder broke from them all. Page 203.\\nIn Mumoriam.", "height": "2884", "width": "1757", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0209.jp2"}, "210": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2859", "width": "1783", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0210.jp2"}, "211": {"fulltext": "THE REVENGE. 201\\nTo these Inquisition dogs and the devildoms of\\nSpain.\\nIII.\\nSo Lord Howard past av/ay with five ships of\\nwar that day,\\nTill he melted like a cloud in the silent sum-\\nmer heaven\\nBut Sir Richard bore in hand all his sick men\\nfrom the land\\nVery carefully and slow,\\nMen of Bideford in Devon,\\nAnd we laid them on the ballast down below\\nFor we brought them all aboard,\\nAnd they blest him in their pain, that they\\nwere not left to Spain,\\nTo the thumbscrew and the stake, for the glory\\nof the Lord.\\nIV.\\nHe had only a hundred seamen to work the\\nship and to fight,\\nAnd he sailed away from Flores till the Span-\\niard came in sight,\\nWith his huge sea-castles heaving upon the\\nweather bow.\\nShall we fight or shall we fly?\\nGood Sir Richard, tell us now,\\nFor to fight is but to die!\\nThere ll be little of us left by the time this sun\\nbe set.\\nAnd Sir Richard said again: We be all good\\nEnglish men.\\n14 In Memoriam", "height": "2884", "width": "1757", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0211.jp2"}, "212": {"fulltext": "202 THE REVENGE.\\nLet us bang these dogs of Seville, the children\\nof the devil,\\nFor I never turn d my back upon Don or devil\\nyet.\\nSir Richard spoke and he laugh d, and we\\nroar d a hurrah, and so\\nThe little Revenge ran on sheer into the heart\\nof the foe,\\nWith her hundred fighters on deck, and her\\nninety sick below;\\nFor half of their fleet to the right and half to\\nthe left were seen,\\nAnd the little Revenge ran on thro the long\\nsea-lane between.\\nVI.\\nThousands of their soldiers look d down from\\ntheir decks and laugh d.\\nThousands of their seamen made mock at the\\nmad little craft\\nRunning on and on, till delay d\\nBy their mountain-like San Philip that, of\\nfifteen hundred tons.\\nAnd up-shadowing high above us with her\\nyawning tiers of guns,\\nTook the breath from our sails, and we stay d.\\nVII.\\nAnd while now the great San Philip hung\\nabove us like a cloud\\nWhence the thunderbolt will fall\\nLong and loud,", "height": "2859", "width": "1783", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0212.jp2"}, "213": {"fulltext": "THE REVENGE. 203^\\nFour galleons drew away\\nFrom the Spanish fleet that day,\\nAnd two upon the larboard and two upon the\\nstarboard lay,\\nAnd the battle-thunder broke from them all.\\nVIII.\\nBut anon the great San Philip, she bethought\\nherself and went\\nHaving that within her womb that had left her\\nill content;\\nAnd the rest they came aboard us, and they\\nfought us hand to hand.\\nFor a dozen times they came with their pikes\\nand musqueteers.\\nAnd a dozen times we shook em off as a dog\\nthat shakes his ears\\nWhen he leaps from the water to the land.\\nIX.\\nAnd the sun went down, and the stars came\\nout far over the summer sea,\\nBut never a moment ceased the fight of the one\\nand the fifty-three.\\nShip after ship the whole night long, their high-\\nbuilt galleons came.\\nShip after ship, the whole night long, with her\\nbattle-thunder and flame;\\nShip after ship, the whole night long, drew\\nback with her dead and her shame.\\nFor some were sunk and many were shatter d,\\nand so could fight us no more\\nGod of battles, was ever a battle like this in the\\nworld before?", "height": "2869", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0213.jp2"}, "214": {"fulltext": "204 THE REVENGE.\\nFor he said Fight on! fight on!\\nTho his vessel was all but a wreck;\\nAnd it chanced that, when half of the short\\nsummer night was gone,\\nWith a grisly wound to be drest he had left\\nthe deck,\\nBut a bullet struck him that was dressing it\\nsuddenly dead,\\nAnd himself he was wounded again in the side\\nand the head,\\n-And he said Fight on! fight on!\\nXI.\\nAnd the night went down, and the sun smiled\\nout far over the summer sea,\\nAnd the Spanish fleet with broken sides lay\\nround us all in a ring;\\nBut they dared not touch us again, for they\\nfear d that we still could sting.\\nSo they v/atch d what the end would be.\\nAnd we had not fought them in vain,\\nBut in perilous plight were we,\\nSeeing forty of our poor hundred were slain,\\nAnd half of the rest of us maim d for life\\nIn the crash of the cannonades and the des-\\nperate strife\\nAnd the sick men down in the hold were most\\nof them stark and cold,\\nAnd the pikes were all broken or bent, and the\\npowder was all of it spent;\\nAnd the masts and the rigging were lying\\nover the side;", "height": "2859", "width": "1783", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0214.jp2"}, "215": {"fulltext": "THE REVENGE. 205\\nBut Sir Richard cried in his English pride,\\nWe have fought such a fight for a day and a\\nnight\\nAs may never be fought again\\nWe have won great glory, my men\\nAnd a day less or more\\nAt sea or ashore,\\nWe die does it matter when?\\nSink me the ship, Master Gunner sink her,\\nsplit her in twain!\\nFall into the hands of God, not into the hands\\nof Spain!\\nXII.\\nAnd the gunner said Ay, ay, but the sea-\\nmen made reply:\\nWe have children, we have wives,\\nAnd the Lord hath spared our lives.\\nWe will make the Spaniard promise, if we\\nyield, to let us go\\nWe shall live to fight again and to strike\\nanother blow.\\nAnd the lion there lay dying, and they yielded\\nto the foe.\\nXIII.\\nAnd the stately Spanish men to their flagship\\nbore him then.\\nWhere they laid him by the mast, old Sir\\nRichard caught at last,\\nAnd they praised him to his face with their\\ncourtly foreign grace;\\nBut he rose upon their decks, and he cried:\\nI have fought for Queen and Faith like a\\nvaliant man and true", "height": "2869", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0215.jp2"}, "216": {"fulltext": "-206 THE REVENGE.\\nI have only done my duty as a man is bound\\nto do:\\nWith a joyful spirit I Sir Richard Grenville\\ndie!\\nAnd he fell upon their decks, and he died.\\nXIV.\\nAnd they stared at the dead that had been so\\nvaliant and true,\\nAnd had holden the power and glory of Spain\\nso cheap\\nThat he dared her with one little ship and his\\nEnglish few;\\nWas he devil or man? He was devil for aught\\nthey knew,\\nBut they sank his body with honor down into\\nthe deep.\\nAnd they mann d the Revenge with a swarthier\\nalien crew,\\nAnd away she sail d with her loss and long d\\nfor her own\\nWhen a wind from the lands they had ruin d\\nawoke from sleep,\\nAnd the water began to heave and the weather\\nto moan,\\nAnd or ever that evening ended a great gale\\nblew,\\nAnd a wave like the wave that is raised by an\\nearthquake grew,\\nTill it smote on their hulls and their sails and\\ntheir masts and their flags.", "height": "2859", "width": "1783", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0216.jp2"}, "217": {"fulltext": "THE REVENGE. 207\\nAnd the whole sea plunged and fell on the\\nshot-shatter d navy of Spain,\\nAnd the little Revenge herself went down by\\nthe island crags\\nTo be lost evermore in the main.", "height": "2869", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0217.jp2"}, "218": {"fulltext": "208 THE SISTERS.\\nTHE SISTERS.\\nThey have left the doors ajar; and by their\\nclash,\\nAnd prelude on the keys, I know the song,\\nTheir favorite which I call The Tables\\nTurned.\\nEvelyn begins it O diviner Air.\\nEVELYN.\\nO diviner Air,\\nThro the heat, the drowth, the dust, the glare,\\nFar from out the west in shadowing showers,\\nOver all the meadow baked and bare,\\nMaking fresh and fair\\nAll the bowers and the flowers,\\nFainting flowers, faded bowers,\\nOver all this weary world of ours.\\nBreathe, diviner Air!\\nA sweet voice that you scarce could better\\nthat.\\nNow follows Edith echoing Evelyn.\\nEDITH.\\nO diviner light,\\nThro the cloud that roofs our noon with night,\\nThro the blotting mist, the blinding showers.\\nFar from out a sky for ever bright,\\nOver all the woodland s flooded bowers,", "height": "2859", "width": "1783", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0218.jp2"}, "219": {"fulltext": "THE SISTERS. 209\\nOver all the meadow s drowning flowers,\\nOver all this ruin d world of ours,\\nBreak, diviner light!\\nMarvelously like, their voices and them-\\nselves\\nTho one is somewhat deeper than the other,\\nAs one is somewhat graver than the other\\nEdith than Evelyn. Your good Uncle, whom\\nYou count the father of your fortune, longs\\nFor this alliance: let me ask you then,\\nWhich voice most takes you? for I do not doubt\\nBeing a watchful parent, you are taken\\nWith one or other: tho sometimes I fear\\nYou may be flickering, fluttering in a doubt\\nBetween the two which must not be which\\nmight\\nBe death to one they both are beautiful\\nEvelyn is gayer, wittier, prettier, says\\nThe common voice, if one may trust it: she?\\nNo! but the paler and the graver, Edith.\\nWoo her and gain her then no wavering, boy\\nThe graver is perhaps the one for you\\nWho jest and laugh so easily and so well.\\nFor love will go by contrast, as by likes.\\nNo sisters ever prized each other more.\\nNot so: their mother and her sister loved\\nMore passionately still.\\nBut that my best\\nAnd oldest friend, your Uncle, wishes it.\\nAnd that I knov/ you worthy everyway\\nTo be my son, I might, perchance, be loath\\nTo part them, or part from them: and yet one\\n14", "height": "2869", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0219.jp2"}, "220": {"fulltext": "210 THE SISTERS.\\nShould marry, or all the broad lands in your\\nview\\nFrom this bay window which our house has\\nheld\\nThree hundred years will pass collaterally.\\nMy father with a child on either knee,\\nA hand upon the head of either child,\\nSmoothing their locks, as golden as his own\\nWere silver, get them wedded would he say.\\nAnd once my prattling Edith ask d hin\\nwhy?\\n**Ay, why? said he, *for why should I go\\nlame?\\nThen told them of his wars, and of his wound.\\nFor see this wine the grape from whence it\\nflow d\\nWas blackening on the slopes of Portugal,\\nWhen that brave soldier, down the terrible\\nridge\\nPlunged in the last fierce charge at Waterloo,\\nAnd caught the laming bullet. He left me\\nthTs\\nWhich yet retains a memory of its youth,\\nAs I of mine, and my first passion. Come!\\nHere s to your happy union with my child!\\nYet must you change your name no fault\\nof mine!\\nYou say that you can do it as willingly\\nAs birds make ready for their bridal-time\\nBy change of feather: for all that, my boy,\\nSome birds are sick and sullen when they\\nmoult", "height": "2859", "width": "1783", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0220.jp2"}, "221": {"fulltext": "THE SISTERS. 211\\nAn old and worthy name but mine that stirr d\\nAmong our civil wars and earlier too\\nAmong the Roses, the more venerable.\\nI care not for a name no fault of mine.\\nOnce more a happier marriage than my own!\\nYou see yon Lombard poplar on the plain.\\nThe highway running by it leaves a breadth\\nOf sward to left and right, where, long ago,\\nOne bright May morning in a world of song,\\nI lay at leisure, watching overhead\\nThe aerial poplar wave, an amber spire.\\nI dozed I woke. An open landaulet\\nWhirl d by, which, after it had past me, show d\\nTurning my way, the loveliest face on earth.\\nThe face of one there sitting opposite.\\nOn whom I brought a strange unhappiness,\\nThat time I did not see.\\nLove at first sight\\nMay seem with goodly rhyme and reason for\\nit-\\nPossible at first glimpse, and for a face\\nGone in a moment strange. Yet once, when\\nfirst\\nI came on lake Llanberris in the dark,\\nA moonless night with storm one lightning-\\nfork\\nFlash d out the lake; and tho I loiter d there\\nThe full day after, yet in retrospect\\nThat less than momentary thunder sketch\\nOf lake and mountain conquers all the day.", "height": "2869", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0221.jp2"}, "222": {"fulltext": "212 THE SISTERS.\\nThe Sun himself has limn d the face for me.\\nNot quite so quickly, no, nor half as well.\\nFor look you here the shadows are too deep,\\nAnd like the critic s blurring comment make\\nThe veriest beauties of the work appear\\nThe darkest faults: the sweet eyes frown: the\\nlips\\nSeem but a gash. My sole memorial\\nOf Edith no, the other, both indeed.\\nSo that bright face was fiash d thro sense\\nand soul\\nAnd by the poplar vanish d to be found\\nLong after, as it seem d, beneath the tall\\nTree-bowers, and those long-sweeping beechen\\nboughs\\nOf our New Forest. I was there alone;\\nThe phantom of the whirling landaulet\\nFor ever past me by: when one quick peal\\nOf laughter drew me thro the glimmering\\nglades\\nDown to the snowlike sparkle of a cloth\\nOn fern and foxglove. Lo, the face again,\\nMy Rosalind in this Arden Edith all\\nOne bloom of youth, health, beauty, happiness,\\nAnd moved to merriment at a passing jest.\\nThere one of those about her knowing me\\nCall d me to join them; so with these I spent\\nWhat seem d my crowning hour, my day of\\ndays.\\nI woo d her then, nor unsuccessfully,\\nThe worse for her, for me! was I content?", "height": "2859", "width": "1783", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0222.jp2"}, "223": {"fulltext": "THE SISTERS. 213\\nAy no, not quite; for now and then I thought\\nLaziness, vague love-longings, the bright May,\\nHad made a heated haze to magnify\\nThe charm of Edith that a man s ideal\\nIs high in Heaven, and lodged with Plato s\\nGod\\nNot findable here content, and not content,\\nIn some such fashion as a man may be\\nThat having had the portrait of his friend\\nDrawn by an artist, looks at it and says,\\nGood! very like! not altogether he.\\nAs yet I had not bound myself by words,\\nOnly, believing I loved Edith, made\\nEdith love me. Then came the day when I,\\nFlattering myself that all my doubts were\\nfools\\nBorn of the fool this Age that doubts of all\\nNot I that day of Edith s love or mine\\nHad braced my purpose to declare myself:\\nI stood upon the stairs of Paradise.\\nThe golden gates would open at a word.\\nI spoke it told her of my passion, seen\\nAnd lost and found again, had got so far.\\nHad caught her hand, her eyelids fell I heard\\nWheels, and a noise of welcome at the doors\\nOn a sudden after two Italian years\\nHad set the blossom of her health again,\\nThe younger sister, Evelyn, enter d there,\\nThere was the face, and altogether she.\\nThe mother fell about the daughter s neck.\\nThe sisters closed in one another s arms,\\nTheir people throng d about them from the\\nhall.", "height": "2869", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0223.jp2"}, "224": {"fulltext": "214 THE SISTERS,\\nAnd in the thick of question and reply\\nI fled the house, driven by one angel face,\\nAnd all the Furies.\\nI was bound to her;\\nI could not free myself in honor Bound\\nNot by the sounded letter of the word,\\nBut counter-pressures of the yielded hand\\nThat timorously and faintly echoed mine,\\nQuick blushes, the sweet dwelling of her eyes\\nUpon me when she thought I did not see\\nWere these not bonds? nay, nay, but could I\\nwed her.\\nLoving the other? do her that great wrong?\\nHad I not dream d I lov d her yestermorn?\\nHad I not known where Love, at first a fear,\\nGrew after marriage to full height and form?\\nYet after marriage, that mock-sister there\\nBrother-in-law the fiery nearness of it\\nUnlawful and disloyal brotherhood\\nWhat end but darkness could ensvie from this\\nFor all the three? So Love and Honor jarr d\\nTho Love and Honor join d to raise the full\\nHigh-tide of doubt that sway d me up and\\ndown\\nAdvancing nor retreating.\\nEdith wrote\\nMy mother bids me ask, (I did not tell you\\nA widow with less guile than many a child.\\nGod help the Vv^rinkled children that are Christ s\\nAs well as the plump cheek she wrought us\\nharm,\\nPoor soul, not knowing) are you ill? (so ran", "height": "2859", "width": "1783", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0224.jp2"}, "225": {"fulltext": "THE SISTERS. 215\\nThe letter) **you have not been here of late.\\nYou will not find me here. At last I go\\nOn that long-promised visit to the North.\\nI told your wayside stor}^ to my mother\\nAnd Evelyn. She remembers you. Farewell.\\nPray come and see my mother. Almost blind\\nWith ever-growing cataract, yet she thinks\\nShe sees you when she hears. Again farewell.\\nCold words from one I had hoped to warm so\\nfar\\nThat I could stamp my image on her heart!\\nPray come and see my mother, and farewell.\\nCold, but as welcome as free airs of heaven\\nAfter a dungeon s closeness. Selfish, strange!\\nWhat dwarfs are men! my strangled vanity\\nUtter d a stifled cry to have vext myself\\nAnd all in vain for her cold heart or none\\nNo bride for me. Yet so my path was clear\\nTo win the sister.\\nWhom I woo d and won,\\nFor Evelyn knew not of my former suit,\\nBecause the simple mother work d upon\\nBy Edith pray d me not to whisper of it.\\nAnd Edith would be bridesmaid on the day.\\nBut on that day, not being all at ease,\\nI from the altar glancing back upon her,\\nBefore the first I will, was utter d, saw\\nThe bridesmaid pale, statuelike, passionless\\nNo harm, no harm, I turn d again, and\\nplaced\\nMy ring upon the finger of my bride.\\nSo, when we parted, Edith spoke no word.", "height": "2869", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0225.jp2"}, "226": {"fulltext": "216 THE SISTERS.\\nShe wept no tear, but round my Evelyn clung\\nIn utter silence for so long, I thought\\nWhat, will she never set her sister free?\\nWe left her, happy each in each, and then,\\nAs tho the happiness of each in each\\nWere not enough, must fain have torrents,\\nlakes.\\nHills, the great things of Nature and the fair.\\nTo lift us as it were from commonplace,\\nAnd help us to our joy. Better have sent\\nOur Edith thro the glories of the earth.\\nTo change with her horizon, if true Love\\nWere not his own imperial all-in-all.\\nFar off we went. My God, I would not live\\nSave that I think this gross hard-seeming world\\nIs our misshaping vision of the Powers,\\nBehind the world, that make our griefs our\\ngains.\\nFor on the dark night of our marriage- day\\nThe great Tragedian, that had quench d herself\\nIn that assumption of the bridesmaid she\\nThat loved me our true Edith her brain\\nbroke\\nWith over-acting, till she rose and fled\\nBeneath a pitiless rush of Autumn rain\\nTo the deaf church to be let in to pray\\nBefore that altar so I think and there\\nThey found her beating the hard Protestant\\ndoors.\\nShe died and she was buried ere we knew.\\nI learnt it first. I had to speak. At once", "height": "2859", "width": "1783", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0226.jp2"}, "227": {"fulltext": "THE SISTERS. 217\\nThe bright quick smile of Evelyn, that had\\nsunn d\\nThe morning of our marriage, past away:\\nAnd on our hom.e-return the daily want\\nOf Edith in the house, the garden, still\\nHaunted us like her ghost; and by-and-by,\\nEither from that necessity for talk\\nWhich lives with blindness, or plain innocence\\nOf nature, or desire, that her lost child\\nShould earn from both the praise of heroism,\\nThe mother broke her promise to the dead.\\nAnd told the living daughter with what love\\nEdith had welcomed my brief wooing of her.\\nAnd all her sweet self-sacrifice and death.\\nHenceforth that mystic bond betwixt the\\ntwins\\nDid I not tell you they were twins? prevail d\\nSo far that no caress could win my wife\\nBack to that passionate answer of full heart\\nI had from her at first. Not that her love,\\nTho scarce as great as Edith s power of love.\\nHad lessen d, but the mother s garrulous wail\\nFor ever woke the unhappy Past again.\\nTill that dead bridesmaid meant to be my\\nbride.\\nPut forth cold hands between us, and I fear d\\nThe very fountains of her life were chill d;\\nSo took her thence, and brought her here, and\\nhere\\nShe bore a child, whom reverently we call d\\nEdith and in the second year was born\\nA second this I named from her own self", "height": "2869", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0227.jp2"}, "228": {"fulltext": "218 THE SISTERS.\\nEvelyn then two weeks no more she joined,\\nIn and beyond the grave, that one she loved.\\nNow in this quiet of declining life,\\nThro dreams by night and trances of the day,\\nThe sisters glide about me hand in hand,\\nBoth beautiful alike, nor can I tell\\nOne from the otner, no, nor care to tell\\nOne from the other, only know they come,\\nThey smile upon me, till, remembering all\\nThe love they both have borne me, and the love\\nI bore them both divided as I am\\nFrom either by the stillness of the grave\\nI know not which of these I love the best.\\nBut you love Edith and her own true eyes\\nAre traitors to her; our quick Evelyn\\nThe merrier, prettier, wittier, as they talk,\\nAnd not without good reason, my good son\\nIs yet untouch d; and I that hold them both\\nDearest of all things well, I am not sure\\nBut if there lie a preference either way,\\nAnd in the rich vocabulary of Love\\nMost dearest be a true superlative\\nI think I likewise love your Edith most.", "height": "2859", "width": "1783", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0228.jp2"}, "229": {"fulltext": "THE VILLAGE WIFE. 219\\nTHE VILLAGE WIFE; OR, THE EN-\\nTAIL.*\\nOuse-keeper sent tha my lass, fur New Squire\\ncoom d last night.\\nButter an heg-gs yis yis. I ll goa wi tha\\nback all right\\nButter I warrants he prime, an I warrants the\\nheggs be as well,\\nHafe a pint o milk runs out when ya breaks\\nthe shell.\\nII.\\nSit thysen down fur a bit: hev a glass o cow-\\nslip wine!\\nI liked the owd Squire an is gells as thaw\\nthey was gells o mine.\\nFur then we was all es one, the Squire an is\\ndarters an me.\\nHall but Miss Annie, the heldest, I niver not\\ntook to she:\\nBut Nelly, the last of the cletch,t I liked er\\nthe fust on em all.\\nFur hoffens we talkt o my darter es died o*\\nthe fever at fall:\\n*See note to Northern Cobbler.\\nf A brood of chickens.", "height": "2869", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0229.jp2"}, "230": {"fulltext": "220 THE VILLAGE WIFE.\\nAn I thowt twur the will o the Lord, but\\nMiss Annie she said it wur draains,\\nFur she hedn t naw coomfut in er, an arn d\\nnaw thanks fur er paains.\\nEh! thebbe all wi the Lord my childer, I han t\\ngotten none\\nSa new Squire s coom d wi is taail in is and,\\nan owd Squire s gone.\\nIII.\\nFur staate be i taail, my lass: tha dosn knaw\\nwhat that be?\\nBut I knaws the law, I does, for the lawyer ha\\ntowd it me.\\nWhen theer s naw ead to a Ouse by the\\nfault o that ere maale\\nThe gells they counts fur nowt, and the next\\nun he taakes the taail.\\nIV.\\nWhat be the next un like? can tha tell ony\\nharm on im lass?\\nNaay sit down naw urry sa cowd! hev\\nanother glass!\\nStraange an cowd furthe time! we may hap-\\npen a fall o snaw\\nNot es I cares fur to hear ony harm, but I\\nlikes to knaw.\\nAn I oaps es e beant booklarn d: but e\\ndoes not coom fro the shere\\nWe d anew o that wi the Squire, an we\\nhaates booklarnin ere.", "height": "2859", "width": "1783", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0230.jp2"}, "231": {"fulltext": "THE VILLAGE WIFE. 221\\nFur Squire wur a Varsity scholard, an niver\\nlookt arter the land\\nWhoats or turmuts or taates e ed hallus a\\nbooak i is and,\\nHallus aloan wi is booaks, thaw nigh upo\\nseventy year.\\nAn books, what s books? thou knaws thebbe\\nneyther ere nor theer.\\nVI.\\nAn the gells, they hedn t naw taails, an the\\nlaywer he towd it me\\nThat is taail were soa tied up es he couldn t\\ncut down a tree\\nDrat the trees, says I, to be sewer I haates\\nem, my lass.\\nFur we puts the muck o the land an they\\nsucks the muck fro the grass.\\nVII.\\nAn Squire wur hallus a-smilin an gied to\\nthe tramps goin by\\nAn all o the wust i the parish wi hoffens a\\ndrop in is eye.\\nAn ivry darter o Squire s hed her awn ridin-\\nerse to ersen.\\nAn they rampaged about wi their grooms,\\nan was untin arter the men.\\nAn hallus a-dallackt* an dizen d out, an a-\\nbuyin new cloathes,\\n*Overdrest in gay colors.", "height": "2869", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0231.jp2"}, "232": {"fulltext": "222 THE VILLAGE WIFE.\\nWhile e sit like a graat glimmer-gowk* wi is\\nglasses athurt is noase,\\nAn is noaso sa grufted wi snuff es it couldn t\\nbe scroob d awaay,\\nFur atween is readin an writin e snifft up a\\nbox in a daay,\\nAn *e niver runn d arter the fox, nor arter the\\nbirds wi is gun,\\nAn *e niver not shot one are, but e leaved it\\nto Charlie is son,\\nAn e niver not fish d is awn ponds, but\\nCharlie e cotch d the pike,\\nFor e warn t not burn to the land, an e didn t\\ntake kind to it like\\nBut I aears es e d gie fur a howryf owd book\\nthutty pound an moor,\\nAn e d wrote an owd book, his awn sen, sa I\\nknaw d es e d coom to be poor;\\nAn* *e gied I be fear d fur to tell tha ow\\nmuch fur an owd scratted stoan.\\nAn e digg d up a loomp i the land an e got\\na brown pot an a boan.\\nAn e bowt owd money, es wouldn t goa, wi\\ngood dowd o the Queen,\\nAn e bowt little statutes all-naakt an which\\nwas a shaame to be seen\\nBut e niver lookt ower a bill, nor e niver not\\nseed to owt,\\nAn e niver knawd nowt but books, an\\nbooks, as thou knaws, beant nowt.\\n*Owl. fFilthy.", "height": "2859", "width": "1783", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0232.jp2"}, "233": {"fulltext": "THE VILLAGE WIFE. 223\\nVIII.\\nBut owd Squire s laady es long es she lived she\\nkep em all clear,\\nThaw es long es she lived I niver had none of\\ner darters ere;\\nBut arter she died we was all es one, the\\nchilder an me.\\nAn sarvints runn d in an out, an offens we\\nhed em to tea.\\nLawk! ow I laugh d when the lasses ud talk\\no their Missis s waays,\\nAn the Missis talk d o the lasses. I ll tell\\ntha some o these daays.\\nHoanly Miss Annie were saw stuck oop, like\\ner mother afoor\\nEr an er blessed darter they niver derken d\\nmy door.\\nIX.\\nAn Squire e smiled an* e smiled till e d\\ngotten afright at last,\\nAn e calls fur is son, fur the turney s letters\\nthey foller d sa fast;\\nBut Squire wur afear d o is son, an* e says to\\nim, meek as a mouse,\\nLad, thou mun cut off thy taail, or the gells\\nuU goa to the *Ouse,\\nFur I finds es I be that i debt, es I oaps es\\nthou ll elp me a bit.\\nAn if thou ll gree to cut off thy taail I may\\nsaave mysen yit.\\nX.\\nBut Charlie e sets back is ears, an e swears,\\nan e says to im Noa.", "height": "2869", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0233.jp2"}, "234": {"fulltext": "224 THE VILLAGE WIFE.\\nI ve gotten the staate by the taail an be\\ndang d if I iver let goa!\\nCoom! coom! feyther, e says, why shouldn t\\nthy boooks be sowd?\\nI hears es soom o thy boooks mebbe worth\\ntheir weight i gowd.\\nXI.\\nHeaps an heaps o boooks, I ha see d em,\\nbelong d to the Sqnire,\\nBut the lasses ed teard out leaves i the middle\\nto kindle the fire\\nSa moast on is owd big boooks fetch d nigh to\\nnowt at the saale.\\nAnd Squire were at Charlie agean to git im to\\ncut off is taail.\\nXII.\\nYa wouldn t find Charlie s likes\u00e2\u0080\u0094 e were that\\noutdacious at oam,\\nNot thaw ya went fur to raake out Hell wi a\\nsmall-tooth coamb\\nDroonk wi the Quoloty s wine, an droonk wi\\nthe farmer s aale.\\nMad wi the lasses an all an e wouldn t cut\\noff the taail.\\nXIII.\\nThou s coom d oop by the beck; and a thurn\\nbe a-grawin theer,\\nI niver ha seed it sa white wi the Maay es I\\nsee d it to-year\\nTheerabouts Charlie joompt and it gied me a\\nscare tother night,", "height": "2859", "width": "1783", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0234.jp2"}, "235": {"fulltext": "THE VILLAGE WIFE. 225\\nFur I thowt it wur Charlie s ghoast i the derk,\\nfur it loookt sa white.\\nBilly, says e, hev ajoomp! thaw the\\nbanks o the beck be sa high,\\nFur he ca d is erse Billy-rough-un, thaw\\nniver a hair wur awry;\\nBut Billy fell bakkuds o* Charlie, an Charlie\\ne brok is neck,\\nSa theer wur a hend o the taail, fur e lost is\\ntaail i the beck.\\nXIV.\\nSa is taal wur lost an is boooks wur gone an*\\nis boy wur dead,\\nAn Squire e smiled an e smiled, but e niver\\nnot lift oop is ead\\nHallus a soft un Squire! an e smiled, fur *e\\nhedn t naw friend,\\nSa feyther an son was buried togither, an this\\nwur the hend.\\nXV.\\nAn Parson as hesn t the call, nor the mooney\\nbut hes the pride,\\nE reads of a sewer an sartan oap o the tother\\nside\\nBut I beant that sewer es the Lord, howsiver\\nthey praay d an praay d,\\nLets them inter eaven easy es leaves their\\ndebts to be paaid.\\nSiver the mou ds rattled down upo poor owd\\nvSquire i the wood.\\nAn I cried along wi the gells, fur they v/eant\\nniver coom to naw good.\\n15 In Memoriam", "height": "2869", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0235.jp2"}, "236": {"fulltext": "226 THE VILLAGE WIFE.\\nXVI.\\nFur Molly the long iin she walkt awaay wi* a\\nhofficer lad,\\nAn* nawbody eard on ersin, sac coorse she\\nbe gone to the bad!\\nAn* Lucywur laame o one leg, sweet arts she\\nniver ed none\\nStraange an unheppen* Miss Lucy! we\\nnaamed her Dot an gaw one!\\nAn Hetty wur weak i the hattics, wi out ony\\nharm i the legs,\\nAn the fever ed baaked Jinny s ead as bald\\nas one o them heggs.\\nAn Nelly wur up fro the craadle as big i the\\nmouth as a cow,\\nAn saw she mun hammergrate,f lass, or she\\nweant git a maate onyhow\\nAn es for Miss Annie es call d me afoor my\\nawn foalks to my faace\\nA hignorant village wife as ud hev to be\\nlarn d her awn plaace,\\nHes fur Miss Hannie, the heldest, hes now be\\na-grawin so howd,\\nI knaws that mooch o shea, es it beant not fit\\nto be towd\\nXVII.\\nSa I didn t not taake it kindly ov owd Miss\\nAnnie to saay\\nEs I should be talkin agean *em, es soon es\\nthey went awaay,\\nFur, lawks! ow I cried v/hen they went, an*\\nour Nelly she gied me er and,\\n*Ungainly, awkward. fEmigrate.", "height": "2859", "width": "1783", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0236.jp2"}, "237": {"fulltext": "THE VILLAGE WIFE. 1:27\\nFur I d ha done owt for the Squire an is gells\\nes belong d to the land;\\nBoooks, es I said afoor, thebbe neyther ere\\nnor theer!\\nBut I sarved em wi butter an heggs fur hup-\\npuds o twenty year.\\nXVIII.\\nAn they hallus paaid what I hax d, sa I hallus\\ndeal d wi the Hall,\\nAn they knaw d what butter wur, an they\\nknaw d what a hegg wur an all;\\nHugger-mugger they lived, but they wasn t\\nthat easy to please,\\nTill I gied em Hinjian curn, an they laaid\\nbig heggs es tha seeas;\\nAn I niver puts saame* i m.y butter, they\\ndoes it at Willis s farm,\\nTaaste another drop o the wine tweant do\\ntha naw harm.\\nXIX.\\nSa new Squire s coom d wi is tauil in is and,\\nan owd Squire s gone;\\nI heard im a roomlin by, but arter my night-\\ncap wur on\\nSa I han t clapt eyes on im yit, fur he coom d\\nlast night sa laate\\nPluksh!!!f the hens i the peas! why didn t tha\\nhesp the gaate?\\n*Lard.\\nf A cry accompanied by a clapping of hands to scare\\ntrespassing fowls.", "height": "2869", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0237.jp2"}, "238": {"fulltext": "228 IN THE CHILDREN S HOSPITAL.\\nIN THE CHILDREN S HOSPITAL.\\nEMMIE.\\nOur doctor had call d in another, I never had\\nseen him before,\\nBut he sent a chill to my heart when I saw him\\ncome in at the door.\\nFresh from the surgery-schools of France and\\nof other lands\\nHarsh red hair, big voice, big chest, big merci-\\nless hands!\\nWonderful cures he had done, O yes, but they\\nsaid too of him\\nHe was happier usging the knife than in trying\\nto save the limb.\\nAnd that I can well believe, for he look d so\\ncoarse and so red,\\nI could think he was one of those who would\\nbreak their jests on the dead.\\nAnd mangled the living dog that had loved him\\nand fawn d at his knee\\nDrench d with the hellish oorali that ever\\nsuch things should be\\nII.\\nHere was a boy I am sure that some of our\\nchildren would die", "height": "2859", "width": "1783", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0238.jp2"}, "239": {"fulltext": "IN THE CHILDREN S HOSPITAL. 229\\nBut for the voice of Love, and the smile, and\\nthe comforting eye\\nHere was a boy in the ward, every bone seem d\\nout of its place\\nCaught in a mill and crush d it was all but a\\nhopeless case\\nAnd he handled him gently enough; but his\\nvoice and his face were not kind.\\nAnd it was but a hopeless case, he had seen it\\nand made up his mind,\\nAnd he said to me roughly The lad will need\\nlittle more of your care.\\nAll the more need, I told him, to seek the\\nLord Jesus in prayer:\\nThey are all his children here, and I pray for\\nthem all as my own:\\nBut he turn d to me, Ay, good woman, can\\nprayer set a broken bone?\\nThen he mutter d half to himself, but I know\\nthat I heard him say\\nAll very well but the good Lord Jesus has\\nhad his day.\\nIII.\\nHad? has it come? It has only dawn d. It\\nwill come by and by.\\nO how could I vServe in the wards if the hope of\\nthe world were a lie?\\nHow could I bear with the sights and the\\nloathsome smells of disease\\nBut that He said Ye do it to me, when ye do\\nit to these", "height": "2869", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0239.jp2"}, "240": {"fulltext": "230 IN THE CHILDREN S HOSPITAL.\\nIV.\\nSo he went. And we past to this ward where\\nthe younger children are laid:\\nHere is the cot of our orphan, our darling, our\\nmeek little maid;\\nEmpty you see just now! We have lost her\\nwho loved her so much\\nPatient of pain tho as quick as a sensitive\\nplant to the touch\\nHers was the prettiest prattle, it often moved\\nme to tears,\\nHers was the gratefullest heart I have found\\nin a child of her years\\nNay you remember our Emmie; you used to\\nsend her the flowers;\\nHow she would smile at em, play with em,\\ntalk to em hours after hours!\\nThey that can wander at will where the works\\nof the Lord are reveal d\\nLittle guess what joy can be got from a cow-\\nslip out of the field;\\nFlowers to these spirits in prison are all\\nthey can know of the spring.\\nThey freshen and sweeten the wards like the\\nwaft of an Angel s wing;\\nAnd she lay with a flower in one hand and her\\nthin hands crost on her breast\\nWan, but as pretty as heart can desire, and we\\nthought her at rest.\\nQuietly sleeping so quiet, our doctor said\\nPoor little dear,\\nNurse, I must do it to-morrow; she ll never\\nlive throuq-h it, I fear.", "height": "2859", "width": "1783", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0240.jp2"}, "241": {"fulltext": "IN THE CHILDREN S HOSPITAL. 231\\nY.\\nI walked with our kindly old doctor as far as\\nthe head of the stair,\\nThen I return d to the ward; the child didn t\\nsee I was there.\\nYI.\\nNever since I was nurse, had I been so grieved\\nand so vext\\nEmmie had heard him. Softly she call d from\\nher cot to the next,\\n**He says I shall never live thro it, O Annie,\\nwhat shall I do?\\nAnnie consider d. *If I, said the wise little\\nAnnie, **was you,\\nI should cry to the dear Lord Jesus to help me,\\nfor Emmie, you see,\\nIt s all in the picture there: Little children\\nshould come to me.\\n(Meaning the print that you gave us, I find\\nthat it always can please\\nOur children, the dear Lord Jesus with children\\nabout his knees.)\\nYes, and I will, said Emmie, but then if I\\ncall to the Lord,\\nHow should he know that it s me? such a lot\\nof beds in the ward!\\nThat was a puzzle for Annie. Again she con-\\nsider d and said:\\nEmmie, you put our your arms, and 5^ou\\nleave em outside on the bed\\nThe Lord has so much to see to! but, Emmie,\\nyou tell it him plain.", "height": "2869", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0241.jp2"}, "242": {"fulltext": "232 IN THE CHILDREN S HOSPITAL.\\nIt s the little girl with her arms lying out on\\nthe counterpane.\\nVII.\\nI had sat three nights by the child I could\\nnot watch her for four\\nMy brain had begun to reel I felt I could do\\nit no more.\\nThat was my sleeping-night, but I thought\\nthat it would never pass.\\nThere was a thunderclap once, and a clatter of\\nhail on the glass,\\nAnd there was a phantom cry that I heard as\\nI tost about.\\nThe motherless bleat of a lamb in the storm\\nand the darkness without;\\nMy sleep was broken besides with dreams of\\nthe dreadful knife\\nAnd fears for our delicate Emmie who scarce\\nwould escape with her life;\\nThen in the gray of the morning it seem d she\\nstood by me and smiled.\\nAnd the doctor came at his hour, and we went\\nto see to the child.\\nVIII.\\nHe had brought his ghastly tools: we believed\\nher asleep again\\nHer dear, long, lean little arms lying out on\\nthe counterpane\\nSay that His day is done! Ah, why should we\\ncare what they say?\\nThe Lord of the children had heard her, and\\nEmmie had past away.", "height": "2859", "width": "1783", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0242.jp2"}, "243": {"fulltext": "DEDICATORY POEM. 233\\nDEDICATORY POEM TO THE PRINCESS\\nALICE.\\nDead Princess, living Power, if that, which\\nlived\\nTrue life, live on and if the fatal kiss,\\nBorn of true life and love, divorce thee not\\nFrom earthly love and life if what we call\\nThe spirit flash not all at once from out\\nThis shadow into Substance then perhaps\\nThe mellow d murmur of the people s praise\\nFrom thine own State, and all our breadth of\\nrealm,\\nWhere Love and Longing dress thy deeds in\\nlight.\\nAscends to thee; and this March morn that\\nsees\\nThy soldier-brother s bridal orange-bloom\\nBreak thro the yews and cypress of thy grave,\\nAnd thine Imperial mother smile again,\\nMay send one ray to thee and who can tell\\nThou England s England-loving daughter\\nthou\\nDying so English thou wouldst have her flag\\nBorne on thy coffin where is he can swear\\nBut that some broken gleam from our poor\\nearth\\nMay touch thee, while remembering thee, I lay\\nAt thy pale feet this ballad of the deeds\\nOf England, and her banner in the East^\\n16 In Memoriam", "height": "2869", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0243.jp2"}, "244": {"fulltext": "234 THE DEFENSE OF LUCKNOW.\\nTHE DEFENSE OF LUCKNOW.\\nBanner of England, not for a season, O banner\\nof Britain, hast thou\\nFloated in conquering battle or flapt to the\\nbattle-cry!\\nNever with mightier glory than when we had\\nrear d thee on high\\nFlying at top of the roofs in the ghastly siege\\nof Lucknow\\nShot thro the staff or the halyard, but ever we\\nraised thee anew,\\nAnd ever upon the topmost roof our banner of\\nEngland blew.\\nFrail were the works that defended the hold\\nthat we held with our lives\\nWomen and children among us, God help\\nthem, our children and wives!\\nHold it we might and for fifteen days or for\\ntwenty at most.\\nNever surrender, I charge you, but every\\nman die at his post!\\nVoice of the dead whom we loved, our Law-\\nrence the best of the brave\\nCold were his brows when we kissed him we\\nlaid him that nieht in his erave.", "height": "2859", "width": "1783", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0244.jp2"}, "245": {"fulltext": "THE DEFENSE OF LUCKNOW. 235\\nEvery man die at his posti and there hail d\\non our houses and halls\\nDeath from their rifle-bullets, and death from\\ntheir cannon-balls,\\nDeath in our innermost chamber, and death at\\nour slight barricade,\\nDeath while we stood with the musket, and\\ndeath while we stoopt to the spade,\\nDeath to the dying, and wounds to the\\nwounded, for often there fell,\\nStriking the hospital wall, crashing thro it,\\ntheir shot and their shell.\\nDeath for their spies were among us, their\\nmarksmen were told of our best.\\nSo that the brute bullet broke thro the brain\\nthat could think for the rest;\\nBullets would sing by our foreheads, and bul-\\nlets would rain at our feet\\nFire from ten thousand at once of the rebels\\nthat girded us round\\nDeath at the glimpse of a finger from over the\\nbreadth of a street.\\nDeath from the heights of the mosque and the\\npalace, and death in the ground!\\nMine? yes, a mine! Countermine! down,\\ndown! and creep thro the hole!\\nKeep the revolver in hand you can hear him\\nthe murderous mole!\\nQuiet, ah! quiet wait till the point of the\\npickaxe be thro\\nClick with the pick, coming nearer and nearer\\nagain than before\\nNow let it speak, and you fire, and the dark\\npioneer is no more", "height": "2869", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0245.jp2"}, "246": {"fulltext": "236 THE DEFENSE OF LUCKNOW.\\nAnd ever upon the topmost roof our banner of\\nEngland blew!\\nIII.\\nAy, but the foe sprung his mine many times,\\nand it chanced on a day\\nSoon as the blast of that underground thun-\\nderclap echo d away,\\nDark thro the smoke and the sulphur like so\\nmany fiends in their hell\\nCannon-shot, musket-shot, volley on volley,\\nand yell upon yell\\nFiercely on all the defenses our myriad enemy\\nfell.\\nWhat have they done? where is it? Out yon-\\nder. Guard the Redan!\\nStorm at the Water-gate! storm at the Bailey-\\ngate! storm, audit ran\\nSurging and swaying all round us, as ocean on\\nevery side\\nPlunges and heaves at a bank that is daily\\ndrown d by the tide\\nSo many thousands that if they be bold\\nenough, who shall escape?\\nKill or be kill d, live or die, they shall know\\nwe are soldiers and men\\nReady! take aim at their leaders their masses\\nare gapp d with our grape\\nBackward they reel like the wave, like the\\nwave flinging forward again,\\nFlying and foil d at the last by the handful\\nthey could not subdue;\\nAnd ever upon the topmost roof our banner of\\nEngland blew.", "height": "2859", "width": "1783", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0246.jp2"}, "247": {"fulltext": "THE DEFENSE OF LUCKNOW. 237\\nIV.\\nHandful of men as we were, we were English\\nin heart and in limb,\\nStrong with the strength of the race to com-\\nmand, to obey, to endure,\\nEach of us fought as if hope for the garrison\\nhung but on him\\nStill could we watch at all points? we were\\nevery day fewer and fewer.\\nThere was a whisper among us, but only a\\nwhisper that past\\nChildren and wives if the tigers leap into\\nthe fold unawares\\nEvery man die at his post and the foe may\\noutlive us at last\\nBetter to fall by the hands that they love, than\\nto fall into theirs!\\nRoar upon roar in a moment two mines by the\\nenemy sprung\\nClove into perilous chasms our walls and our\\npoor palisades.\\nRifleman, true is your heart, but be sure that\\nyour hand be as true!\\nSharp is the fire of assault, better aimed are\\nyour flank fusillades\\nTwice do we hurl them to earth from the lad-\\nders to which they had clung,\\nTwice from the ditch where they shelter we\\ndrive them with hand-grenades;\\nAnd ever upon the topmost roof our banner\\nof England blew.", "height": "2869", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0247.jp2"}, "248": {"fulltext": "238 THE DEFENSE OF LUCKNOW\\nV.\\nThen on another wild morning another wild\\nearthquake out-tore\\nClean from our lines of defense ten or twelve\\ngood paces or more.\\nRifleman, high on the roof, hidden there from\\nthe light of the sun\\nOne has leapt up on the beach, crying out:\\nFollow me, follow me\\nMark him he falls! then another, and him\\ntoo, and down goes he.\\nHad they been bold enough then, who can tell\\nbut the traitors had won?\\nBoardings and rafters and doors an embras-\\nure make way for the gun\\nNow double-charge it with grape! It is\\ncharged and we fire, and they run.\\nPraise to our Indian brothers, and let the dark\\nface have his due!\\nThanks to the kindly dark faces who fought\\nwith us, faithful and few.\\nFought with the bravest among us, and drove\\nthem, and smote them, and slew.\\nThat ever upon the topmost roof our banner in\\nIndia blew.\\nMen will forget what we suffer and not what\\nwe do. We can fight!\\nBut to be soldier all day and be sentinel all\\nthro the night\\nEver the mine and assault, our sallies, their\\nlying alarms,", "height": "2859", "width": "1783", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0248.jp2"}, "249": {"fulltext": "THE DEFENSE OF LUCKNOW. 239\\nBugles and drums in the darkness, and shout-\\nings and soundings to arms,\\nEver the labor of fifty that had to be done by\\nfive,\\nEver the marvel among us that one should be\\nleft alive,\\nEver the day with its traitorous death from the\\nloopholes around,\\nEver the night with its coffinless corpse to be\\nlaid in the ground,\\nHeat like the mouth of a hell, or a deluge of\\ncataract skies.\\nStench of old offal decaying, and infinite tor-\\nment of flies,\\nThoughts of the breezes of May blowing over\\nan English field.\\nCholera, scurvy, and fever, the wound that\\nwould not be heal d,\\nLopping away of the limb by the pitiful-piti-\\nless knife,\\nTorture and trouble in vain, for it never\\ncould save us a life.\\nValor of delicate women who tended the hos-\\npital bed.\\nHorror of women in travail among the dying\\nand dead.\\nGrief for our perishing children, and never a\\nmoment for grief.\\nToil and ineffable weariness, faltering hopes\\nof relief,\\nHavelock baffled, or beaten, or butcher d for\\nall that we knew\\nThen day and night, day and night, coming\\ndown on the still-shatter d walls", "height": "2869", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0249.jp2"}, "250": {"fulltext": "240 THE DEFENSE OF LUCKNOW.\\nMillions of musket-bullets, and thousands of\\ncannon-balls\\nBut ever upon the topmost roof our banner of\\nEngland blew.\\nVII.\\nHark cannonade, fusillade! is it true what was\\ntold by the scout,\\nOutram and Havelock breaking their way-\\nthrough the fell mutineers?\\nSurely the pibroch of Europe is ringing again\\nin our ears!\\nAll on a sudden the garrison utter a jubilant\\nshout,\\nHavelock s glorious Highlanders answer with\\nconquering cheers.\\nSick from the hospital echo them, women and\\nchildren come out,\\nBlessing the wholesome white faces of Have-\\nlock s good fusileers,\\nKissing the war-harden d hand of the High-\\nlander wet with their tears!\\nDance to the pibroch! saved! we are saved!\\nis it you? is it you?\\nSaved by the valor of Havelock, saved by the\\nblessing of Heaven!\\nHold it for fifteen days! we have held it for\\neighty-seven!\\nAnd ever aloft on the palace roof the old ban-\\nner of England blew.", "height": "2859", "width": "1783", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0250.jp2"}, "251": {"fulltext": "SIR JOHN OLDCASTLE. 241\\nSIR JOHN OLDCASTLE, LORD COBHAM.\\n(in wales.)\\nMy friend should meet me somewhere here-\\nabout\\nTo take me to that hiding in the hills.\\nI have bruke their cage, no gilded one, I\\ntrow\\nI read no more the prisoner s mute wail\\nScribbled or carved upon the pitiless stone;\\nI find hard rocks, hard life, hard cheer, or\\nnone,\\nFor I am emptier than a friar s brains\\nBut God is with me in this wilderness,\\nThese wet black passes and foam-churning\\nchasms\\nAnd God s free air, and hope of better things.\\nI would I knew their speech; not now to\\nglean,\\nNot now I hope to do it\u00e2\u0080\u0094 some scatter d ears.\\nSome ears for Christ in this wild field of\\nWales\\nBut, bread, merely for bread. This tongue\\nthat wagg d\\nThey said with such heretical arrogance\\nAgainst the proud archbishop Arundel\\n16", "height": "2869", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0251.jp2"}, "252": {"fulltext": "242 SIR JOHN OLDCASTLE.\\nSo much God s cause was fluent in it is here\\nBut as a Latin Bible to the crowd;\\nBara! what use? The Shepherd, when I\\nspeak,\\nVailing a sudden eyelid with his hard\\nDim Saesneg passes, wroth at things of old\\nNo fault of mine. Had he God s word in\\nWelsh\\nHe might be kindlier; happily come the day!\\nNot least art thou, thou little Bethlehem\\nIn Judah, for in thee the Lord was born;\\nNor thou in Britain, little Lutterworth,\\nLeast, for in thee the word was born again.\\nHeaven-sweet Evangel, ever-living word,\\nWho whilome spakest to the South in Greek\\nAbout the soft Mediterranean shores,\\nAnd then in Latin to the Latin crowd.\\nAs good need was thou hast come to talk our\\nisle\\nHereafter thou, fulfilling Pentecost,\\nMust learn to use the tongues of all the world.\\nYet art thou thine own witness that thou\\nbringest\\nNot peace, a sword, a fire.\\nWhat did he say,\\nMy frighted Wicliff-preacher whom I crost\\nIn flying hither? that one night a crowd\\nThrong d the waste field about the city gates:\\nThe king was on them suddenly with a host.\\nWhy there? they came to hear their preacher.\\nThen", "height": "2859", "width": "1783", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0252.jp2"}, "253": {"fulltext": "SIR JOHN OLDCASTLE. 243\\nSome cried on Cobham, on the good Lord Cob-\\nham;\\nAy, for they love me but the king nor voice\\nNor finger raised against him took and\\nhang d,\\nTook, hang d and burnt how many thirty-\\nnine\\nCaird it rebellion hang d, poor friends, as\\nrebels\\nAnd burn d alive as heretics! for your Priest\\nLabels to take the king along with him\\nAll heresy, treason but to call men traitors\\nMay make men traitors.\\nRose of Lancaster,\\nRed in thy birth, redder with household war,\\nNow reddest with the blood of holy men.\\nRedder to be, red rose of Lancaster\\nIf somewhere in the North, as Rumor sang\\nFluttering the hawks of this crov/n- lusting line\\nB} firth and loch thy silver sister grow,*\\nThat were my rose, there my allegiance due.\\nSelf-starved, they say nay, murder d doubt-\\nless dead.\\nSo to this king I cleaved: my friend was he,\\nOnce my fast friend: I would have given my\\nlife\\nTo help his own from scathe, a thousand lives\\nTo save his soul. He might have come to learn\\nOur Wiclitf s learning; but the vv^orldly Priests\\nWho fear the king s hard common-sense should\\nfind\\n*Richard II,", "height": "2869", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0253.jp2"}, "254": {"fulltext": "244 SIR JOHN OLDCASTLE.\\nWhat rotten piles uphold their mason-work,\\nUrge him to foreign war. O had he will d\\nI might have stricken a lusty stroke for him,\\nBut he would not; far liever led my friend\\nBack to the pure and universal church,\\nBut he would not whether that heirless flaw\\nIn his throne s title make him feel so frail,\\nHe leans on Antichrist; or that his mind.\\nSo quick, so capable in soldiership,\\nIn matters of the faith, alas the while!\\nMore worth than all the kingdoms of this\\nworld.\\nRuns in the rut, a coward to the Priest.\\nBurnt good Sir Roger Acton, my dear\\nfriend!\\nBurnt, too, my faithful preacher, Beverley!\\nLord give thou power to thy two witnesses!\\nLest the false faith make merry over them!\\nTwo nay but thirty-nine have risen and stand,\\nDark with the smoke of human sacrifice.\\nBefore thy light, and cry continually\\nCry against whom?\\nHim, who should bear the sword\\nOf Justice what! the kingly, kindly boy;\\nWho took the world so easily heretofore.\\nMy boon companion, tavern-fellow him\\nWho gibed and japed in many a merry tale\\nThat shook our sides at Pardoners, Summon-\\ners.\\nFriars, absolution-sellers, monkeries\\nAnd nunneries, when the wild hour and the\\nwine\\nHad set the wits aflame.", "height": "2859", "width": "1783", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0254.jp2"}, "255": {"fulltext": "SIR JOHN OLDCASTLE. 245\\nHarry of Monmouth,\\nOr Amu rath of the East?\\nBetter to sink\\nThy fleurs-de-l3^s in slime again, and fling\\nThy royalty back into the riotous fits\\nOf wine and harlotry thy shame, and mine,\\nThy comrade than to persecute the Lord,\\nAnd play the Saul that never will be Paul.\\nBurnt, burnt! and while this mitred Arundel\\nDooms our unlicensed preacher to the flame,\\nThe mitre-sanction d harlot draws his clerks\\nInto the suburb their hard celibacy.\\nSworn to be veriest ice of pureness, molten\\nInto adulterous living, or such crimes\\nAs holy Paul a shame to speak of them\\nAmong the heathen\\nSanctuary granted\\nTo bandit, thief, assassin yea to him\\nWho hacks his mother s throat denied to him,\\nWho finds the Savior in his mother tongue.\\nThe Gospel, the Priest s pearl, flung down to\\nswine\\nThe swine, lay-mfcn, lay- women, who will come,\\nGod willing, to outlearn the filthy friar.\\nAh rather, Lord, than that thy Gospel, meant\\nTo course and range thro all the world, should\\nbe\\nTether d to these dead pillars of the Church\\nFeather than so, if thou wilt have it so.\\nBurst vein, snap sinew, and crack heart, and life\\nPass in the fire of Babylon but how long,\\nO Lord, how long!", "height": "2869", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0255.jp2"}, "256": {"fulltext": "246 SIR JOHN OLDCASTLE.\\nMy friend should meet me here.\\nHere is the copse, the fountain and a Cross!\\nTo thee, dead wood, I bow not head nor knees.\\nRather to thee, green boscage, work of God,\\nBlack holly, and white-flower d wayfaring-tree\\nRather to thee, thou living water, drawn\\nBy this good Wicliff mountain down from\\nheaven.\\nAnd speaking clearl)^ in thy native tongue\\nNo Latin He that thirsteth, come and drink!\\nEh! how I anger d Arundel asking me\\nTo worship Holy Cross! I spread mine arms,\\nGod s work, I said, a cross of flesh and blood\\nAnd holier. That Vvras heresy. (My good friend\\nBy this time should be with me.) Images?\\nBury them as God s truer images\\nAre daily buried. Heresy. Penance?\\nFast,\\nHairshirt and scourge nay, let a man repent,\\nDo penance in his heart, God hears him.\\nHeresy\\nNot shriven, not saved? What profits an ill\\nPriest\\nBetween me and my God? I would not spurn\\nGood counsel of good friends, but shrive myself\\nNo, not to an Apostle. Heresy.\\n(My friend is long in coming.) Pilgrimages?\\nDrink, bagpipes, reveling, devil s-dances^\\nvice.\\nThe poor man s money gone to fat the friar.\\nWho reads of begging saints in Scripture?\\nHeresy", "height": "2859", "width": "1783", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0256.jp2"}, "257": {"fulltext": "SIR JOHN OLDCASTLE. 247\\n(Hath he been here not found me gone\\nagain?\\nHave I mislearnt our place of meeting?)\\nBread\\nBread left after the blessing? how they stared.\\nThat was their main test-question glared at\\nme!\\nHe veil d Himself in flesh, and now He veils\\nHis flesh in bread, body and bread together.\\nThen rose the howl of all the cassock d wolves,\\nNo bread, no bread. God s body! Arch-\\nbishop, Bishop,\\nPriors, Canons, bellringers. Parish-clerks\\nNo bread, no bread! Authority of the\\nChurch,\\nPower of the keys! Then I, God help me, I\\nSo mock d; so spurn d, so baited two whole\\ndays\\nI lost myself and fell from evenness,\\nAnd rail d at all the Popes, that ever since\\nSylvester shed the venom of world-wealth\\nInto the church, had only prov n themselves\\nPoisoners, murderers. Well God pardon all\\nMe, then, and all the world yea, that proud\\nPriest,\\nThat mock-meek mouth of utter Antichrist,\\nThat traitor to King Richard and the truth,\\nWho rose and doom d me to the fire.\\nAmen!\\nNay, I can burn, so that the Lord of life\\nBe by me in my death.\\nThose three the fourth\\nWas like the Son of God Not burnt were they.\\nOn them the smell of burning had not past,", "height": "2869", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0257.jp2"}, "258": {"fulltext": "248 SIR JOHN OLDCASTLE.\\nThat was a miracle to convert the king.\\nThese Pharisees, this Caiaphas- Arundel\\nWhat miracle could turn? He here again,\\nHe thwarting their traditions of Himself,\\nHe would be found a heretic to Himself,\\nAnd doom d to burn alive.\\nSo, caught, I burn.\\nBurn? heathen men have borne as much as\\nthis,\\nFor freedom, or the sake of those they loved,\\nOr some less cause, some cause far less than\\nmine;\\nFor every other cause is less than mine.\\nThe moth will singe her wings, and singed re-\\nturn,\\nHer love of light quenching her fear of pain\\nHow now, my soul, we do not heed the fire?\\nFaint-hearted? tut! faint-stomach d! faint as I\\nam,\\nGod willing, I will burn for Him.\\nWho comes?\\nA thousand marks are set upon my head.\\nFriend? foe, perhaps a tussle for it then\\nNay, but my friend. Thou art so well dis-\\nguised,\\nI knew thee not. Hast thou brought bread\\nwith thee?\\nI have not broken bread for fifty hours.\\nNone? I am damn d already by the Priest\\nFor holding there was bread where bread was\\nnone\\nNo bread. My friends await me yonder? Yes.\\nLead on then. Up the mountain? Is it far?", "height": "2859", "width": "1783", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0258.jp2"}, "259": {"fulltext": "SIR JOHN OLDCASTLE. 249\\nNot far. Climb first and reach me down thy\\nhand.\\nI am not like to die for lack of bread,\\nFor I must live to testify by fire.*\\n*He was burnt on Christmas Day, 141 7.", "height": "2869", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0259.jp2"}, "260": {"fulltext": "250 COLUMBUS.\\nCOLUMBUS.\\nChains, my good lord: in your raised brows I\\nread\\nSome wonder at our chamber ornaments.\\nWe brought this iron from our isles of gold.\\nDoes the king know you deign to visit him\\nWhom once he rose from off his throne to greet\\nBefore his people, like his brother king?\\nI saw your face that morning in the crowd.\\nAt Barcelona tho you were not then\\nSo bearded. Yes. The city deck d herself\\nTo meet me, roar d my name the king, the\\nqueen\\nBade me be seated, speak, and tell them all\\nThe story of my voyage, and while I spoke\\nThe crowd s roar fell as at the Peace, be\\nstill!\\nAnd when I ceased to speak, the king, the\\nqueen.\\nSank from their thrones, and melted into tears,\\nAnd knelt, and lifted hand and heart and voice\\nIn praise to God who led me thro the waste.\\nAnd then the great Laudamus rose to\\nheaven.\\nChains for the Admiral of the Ocean! chains\\nFor him w^ho gave a new heaven, a new earth,", "height": "2859", "width": "1783", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0260.jp2"}, "261": {"fulltext": "COLUMBUS. 251\\nAs holy John had prophesied of me\\nGave glory and more empire to the kings\\nOf Spain than all their battles! chains for him\\nWho push d his prows into the setting sun,\\nAnd made West East, and sail d the Dragon s\\nmouth,\\nAnd saw the rivers roll from Paradise!\\nChains! we are Admirals of the Ocean, we,\\nWe and our sons for ever. Ferdinand\\nHath sigu d it and our Holy Catholic queen\\nOf the Ocean of the Indies Admirals we\\nOur title, ^yhich we never mean to yield,\\nOur guerdon not alone for what we did,\\nBut our amends for all we might have done\\nThe vast occasion of our stronger life\\nEighteen long years of waste, seven in your\\nSpain,\\nLost, showing courts and kings a truth the babe\\nWill suck in with his milk hereafter earth\\nA sphere.\\nWere you at Salamanca? No,\\nWe fronted there the learning of all Spain,\\nAll their cosmogonies, their astronomies:\\nGuess-work they guess d it, but the golden\\nguess\\nIs morning star to the full round of truth.\\nNo guess-work I was certain of my goal\\nSome thought it heresy, but that would not\\nhold.\\nKing David call d the heavens a hide, a tent\\nSpread over earth, and so this earth was flat:\\nSome cited old Lactantius: could it be", "height": "2869", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0261.jp2"}, "262": {"fulltext": "252 COLUMBUS\\nThat trees grew downward, rain fell upward,\\nmen\\nWalk d like the fly on ceilings? and besides,\\nThe great Augustine wrote that none could\\nbreathe\\nWithin the zone of heat; so might there be\\nTwo Adams, two mankinds, and that was clean\\nAgainst God s word: thus was I beaten back.\\nAnd chiefly to my sorrow by the Church,\\nAnd thought to turn my face from Spain,\\nappeal\\nOnce more to France or England; but our\\nQueen\\nRecall d me, for at last their Highnesses\\nWere half-assured this earth misfht be a\\nsphere.\\nt\\nAll glory to the all-blessed Trinity,\\nAll glory to the mother of our Lord,\\nAnd Holy Church, from whom I never swerved\\nNot even by one hair s breadth of heresy,\\nI have accomplish d what I came to do.\\nNot yet not all last night a dream I sail d\\nOn my first voyage, harass d by the frights\\nOf my first crew, their curses and their groans.\\nThe great flame-banner borne by Teneriffe,\\nThe compass, like an old friend false at last\\nIn our most need, appall d them, and the wind\\nStill westward, and the weedy seas at length\\nThe landbird, and the branch with berries on it,\\nThe carven staff and last the light\\nOn Guanahani! but I changed the name;\\nSan Salvador I call d it; and the light", "height": "2859", "width": "1783", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0262.jp2"}, "263": {"fulltext": "COLUMBUS. 253\\nGrew as I gazed, and brought out a broad sky\\nOf dawning over not those alien palms,\\nThe marvel of that fair new nature not\\nThat Indian isle, but our most ancient East\\nMoriah with Jerusalem and I saw\\nThe glory of the Lord flash up, and beat\\nThro all the homely town from jasper,\\nsapphire,\\nChalcedony, emerald, sardonyx, sardins,\\nChrysolite, beryl, topaz, chrysoprase,\\nJacynth, and amethyst and those twelve\\ngates,\\nPearl and I woke, and thought death I\\nshall die\\nI am written in the Lamb s own Book of Life\\nTo walk within the glory of the Lord\\nSunless and moonless, utter light but no!\\nThe Lord had sent this bright, strange dream\\nto me\\nTo mind me of the secret vov/ I made\\nWhen Spain was waging war against the\\nMoor\\nI strove myself with Spain against the Moor.\\nThere came two voices from the Sepulcher,\\nTwo friars crying that if Spain should oust\\nThe Moslem from her limit, he, the fierce\\nSoldan of Egypt, would break down and raze\\nThe blessed tomb of Christ; whereon I vow d\\nThat, if our Princes harken d to my prayer.\\nWhatever wealth I brought from that new\\nworld\\nShould, in this old, be consecrate to lead\\nA new crusade against the Saracen,\\nAnd free the Ploly Sepulcher from thrall.", "height": "2869", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0263.jp2"}, "264": {"fulltext": "254 COLUMBUS.\\nGold? I had brought your Princes gold\\nenough\\nIf left alone! Being but a Genovese,\\nI am handled worse than had I been a Moor,\\nAnd breach d the belting wall of Cambalu,\\nAnd given the Great Khan s palaces to the\\nMoor,\\nOr clutch d the sacred crown of Prestor John,\\nAnd cast it to the Moor: but had I brought\\nFrom Solomon s now-recover d Ophir all\\nThe gold that Solomon s navies carried home,\\nWould that have gilded me? Blue blood of\\nSpain\\nTho quartering your own royal arms of Spain,\\nI have not: blue blood and black blood of\\nSpain,\\nThe noble and the convict of Castile,\\nHowl d me from Hispaniola; for you know\\nThe flies at home, that ever swarm about\\nAnd cloud the highest heads, and murmur\\ndown\\nTruth in the distance these outbuzz d me so\\nThat even our prudent king, our righteous\\nqueen\\nI pray d them being so calumniated\\nThey would commission one of weight and\\nworth\\nTo judge between my slander d self and me\\nFonseca my main enemy at their court.\\nThey sent me out his tool, Bovadilla, one\\nAs ignorant and impolitic as a beast\\nBlockish irreverence, brainless greed who\\nsack d\\nMy dwelling, seized upon my papers, loosed", "height": "2859", "width": "1783", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0264.jp2"}, "265": {"fulltext": "COLUMBUS. 255\\nMy captives, feed the rebels of the crown,\\nSold the crown-farms for all but nothing, gave\\nAll but free leave for all to work the mines,\\nDrove me and my good brothers home in\\nchains,\\nAnd gathering ruthless gold a single piece\\nWeigh d nigh four thousand Castillanos so\\nThey tell me weigh d him down into the\\nabysm\\nThe hurricane of the latitude on him fell,\\nThe seas of our discovering over-roll\\nHim and his gold the frailer caravel,\\nWith what was mine, came happily to the\\nshore.\\nThere was a glimmering of God s hand.\\nAnd God\\nHath more than glimmer d on me. O my lord,\\nI swear to you I heard his voice between\\nThe thunders in the black Veragua nights,\\nO soul of little faith, slow to believe!\\nHave I not been about thee from thy birth?\\nGiven thee the keys of the great Ocean-sea?\\nSet thee in light till time shall be no more?\\nIs it I who have deceived thee or the world?\\nEndure! thou hast done so well for men, that\\nmen\\nCry out against thee was it otherwise\\nWith mine own Son?\\nAnd more than once in days\\nOf doubt and cloud and storm, when drowning\\nhope\\nSank all but out of sight, I heard his voice,", "height": "2869", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0265.jp2"}, "266": {"fulltext": "256 COLUMBUS.\\nBe not cast down. I lead thee by the hand,\\nFear not. And I shall hear his voice again\\nI know that he has led me all my life.\\nI am not yet too old to work his will\\nHis voice again.\\nStill for all that, my lord,\\nI lying here bedridden and alone,.\\nCast off, put by, scouted by court and king\\nThe first discoverer starves his followers, all\\nFlower into fortune our world s way and I\\nWithout a roof that I can call mine own,\\nWith scarce a coin to buy a meal withal,\\nAnd seeing what a door for scoundrel scum\\nI open d to the West, thro which the lust,\\nVillainy, violence, avarice, of your Spain\\nPour d in on all those happy naked isles\\nTheir kindly native princes slain or slaved,\\nTheir wives and children Spanish concubines.\\nTheir innocent hospitalities quench d in blood.\\nSome dead of hunger, some beneath the\\nscourge.\\nSome over-labor d, some b)^ their own liands,\\nYea, the dear mothers, crazing Nature, kill\\nTheir babies at the breast for hate of Spain\\nAh God, the harmless people whom we found\\nIn Hispaniola s island-Paradise\\nWho took us for the very Gods from Heaven,\\nAnd we have sent them very fiends from Hell;\\nAnd I myself, myself not blameless, I\\nCould sometimes wish I had never led the way.\\nOnly the ghost of our great Catholic Queen\\nSmiles on me, saying, Be thou comforted!", "height": "2859", "width": "1783", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0266.jp2"}, "267": {"fulltext": "COLUMBUS. 257\\nThis creedless people will be brought to Christ\\nAnd own the holy governance of Rome.\\nBut who could dream that we, who bore the\\nCross\\nThither, were excommunicated there,\\nFor curbing crimes that scandalized the Cross,\\nBy him, the Catalonian Minorite,\\nRome s Vicar in our Indies? who believe\\nThese hard memorials of our truth to Spain\\nClung closer to us for a longer term\\nThan any friend of ours at Court? and yet\\nPardon too harsh, unjust. I am rack d with\\npains.\\nYou see that I have hung them by my bed,\\nAnd I will have them buried in my grave.\\nSir, in that flight of ages which are God s\\nOwn voice to justify the dead perchance\\nSpain once the most chivalric race on earth,\\nSpain then the mightiest, wealthiest realm on\\nearth.\\nSo made by me, may seek to unbury me.\\nTo lay me in some shrine of this old Spain,\\nOr in that vaster Spain I leave to Spain.\\nThen some one standing by my grave will say,\\nBehold the bones of Christopher Colon\\nAy, but the chains, what do they mean the\\nchains?\\nI sorrow for that kindly child of Spain\\nWho then will have to answer, These same\\nchains\\n17 In Memoriam", "height": "2869", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0267.jp2"}, "268": {"fulltext": "258 COLUMBUS.\\nBound these same bones back thro the Atlantic\\nsea,\\nWhich heunchain d for all the world to come.\\nO Queen of Heaven who seest the souls in\\nHell\\nAnd purgatory, I suffer all as much\\nAs they do for the moment. Stay, my son\\nIs here anon my son will speak for me\\nAblier than I can in these spasms that grind\\nBone against bone. You will not. One last\\nword:\\nYou move about the Court, I pray you tell\\nKing Ferdinand who plays with me, that one,\\nWhose life has been no play with him and his\\nHidalgos shipwrecks, famines, fevers, fights.\\nMutinies, treacheries wink d at, and con-\\ndoned\\nThat I am loyal to him till the death,\\nAnd ready tho our Holy Catholic Queen,\\nWho fain had pledged her jewels on my first\\nvoyage,\\nWhose hope was mine to spread the Catholic\\nfaith.\\nWho wept with me when I return d in chains,\\nWho sits beside the blessed Virgin now,\\nTo whom I send my prayer by night and day\\nShe is gone but you will tell the King, that I,\\nRack d as I am with gout, and wrench d with\\npains\\nGain d in the service of His Highness, yet\\nAm ready to sail forth on one last voyage,\\nAnd readier, if the King would hear, to lead", "height": "2859", "width": "1783", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0268.jp2"}, "269": {"fulltext": "COLUMBUS. 259\\nOne last crusade against the Saracen,\\nAnd save the Holy Sepulchre from thrall.\\nGoing? I am old and slighted: you have\\ndared\\nSomewhat perhaps in coming? my poor thanks\\nI am but an alien and a Genovese.", "height": "2869", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "inmemoriamlovers00tenn_0269.jp2"}, "270": {"fulltext": "260 THE VOYAGE OF MAELDUNE.\\nTHE VOYAGE OF MAELDUNE.\\n(founded on an IRISH LEGEND. A. 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