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X To Virgil
IDYLS OF THE KING_Round Table contd.
TIRESIAS, AND OTHER POEMS continued-
The Defence of Lucknow
Sir John Oldcastle, Lord Cobham
The Voyage of Maeldune
THE FORESTERS .
THE DEATH OF ENONE, AKBAR'S DREAM,
AND OTHER POEMS:
XJune Bracken and Heather
To the Master of Balliol
The Death of Enone
The Bandit's Death .
The Church-Warden and the Curate
The Making of Man.
INDEX TO THE FIRST LINES
ALL THINGS WILL DIE-LEONINE ELEGIACS.
ALL THINGS WILL DIE.
For even and morn
CLEARLY the blue river chimes in its flowing
Under my eye ; Warmly and broadly the south winds are blowing
Over the sky. One after another the white clouds are
fleeting : Every heart this May morning in joyance is beating
All things must die.
Oh! misery !
The old earth
LOW-FLOWING breezes are roaming the
broad valley dimm'd in the gloaming: Thoro' the black-stemm'd pines only
the far river shines. Creeping thro'blossomy rushes and bowers
of rose-blowing bushes, Down by the poplar tall rivulets babble
and fall. Barketh the shepherd - dog cheerly; the
grasshopper carolleth clearly ; Deeply the wood-dove coos ; shrilly the
owlet halloos; Winds creep; dews fall chilly: in her
first sleep earth breathes stilly : Over the pools in the burn water-gnats
murmur and mourn. Sadly the far kine loweth : the glimmer
ing water outfloweth : Twin peaks shadow'd with pine slope to
the dark hyaline. Low-throned Hesper is stayed between
the two peaks ; but the Naiad Throbbing in mild unrest holds him
beneath in her breast. The ancient poetess singeth, that Hes
perus all things bringeth, Smoothing the wearied mind: bring me
my love, Rosalind. Thou comest morning or
even ; she cometh not morning or even. False-eyed Hesper, unkind, where is my
sweet Rosalind ?
OF A SECOND-RATE SENSITIVE MIND.
O GOD! my God! have mercy now. I faint, I fall. Men say that Thou