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| A STAVE OF ROVING TIM, The wind is East, the wind is West, | 1 |
| JUMP-TO-GLORY JANE, A revelation came on Jane, | 5 |
| THE RIDDLE FOR MEN, This Riddle rede or die, | 14 |
| THE SAGE ENAMOURED AND THE HONEST LADY, One fairest of the ripe unwedded left | 15 |
| ‘LOVE IS WINGED FOR TWO,’ | 30 |
| ‘ASK, IS LOVE DIVINE,’ | 30 |
| ‘JOY IS FLEET,’ | 31 |
| THE LESSON OF GRIEF, Not ere the bitter herb we taste, | 31 |
| WIND ON THE LYRE, That was the chirp of Ariel | 32 |
| THE YOUTHFUL QUEST, His Lady queen of woods to meet, | 33 |
| THE EMPTY PURSE, Thou, run to the dry on this wayside bank, | 34 |
| TO THE COMIC SPIRIT, Sword of Common Sense!— | 56 |
| YOUTH IN MEMORY, Days, when the ball of our vision | 68 |
| PENETRATION AND TRUST, Sleek as a lizard at round of a stone, | 75 |
| NIGHT OF FROST IN MAY, With splendour of a silver day, | 76 |
| THE TEACHING OF THE NUDE, A Satyr spied a Goddess in her bath, | 79 |
| BREATH OF THE BRIAR, O briar-scents, on yon wet wing | 81 |
| EMPEDOCLES, He leaped. With none to hinder, | 82 |
| ENGLAND BEFORE THE STORM, The day that is the night of days, | 83 |
| TARDY SPRING, Now the North wind ceases, | 85 |
| THE LABOURER, For a Heracles in his fighting ire there is never the glory that follows | 87 |
| FORESIGHT AND PATIENCE, Sprung of the father blood, the mother brain, | 89 |
| THE WARNING, We have seen mighty men ballooning high, | 99 |
| OUTSIDE THE CROWD, To sit on History in an easy chair, | 99 |
| TRAFALGAR DAY, He leads: we hear our Seaman’s call | 100 |
| Odes in Contribution to the Song of French History |
| THE REVOLUTION, Not yet had History’s Aetna smoked the skies, | 105 |
| NAPOLÉON, Cannon his name, | 116 |
| FRANCE, We look for her that sunlike stood | 140 |
| ALSACE-LORRAINE, The sister Hours in circles linked, | 150 |
| THE CAGEING OF ARES, How big of breast our Mother Gaea laughed | 170 |
| THE NIGHT-WALK, Awakes for me and leaps from shroud | 175 |
| AT THE CLOSE, To Thee, dear God of Mercy, both appeal, | 178 |
| A GARDEN IDYL, With sagest craft Arachne worked | 179 |
| A Reading of Life |
| THE VITAL CHOICE, Or shall we run with Artemis | 185 |
| WITH THE HUNTRESS, Through the water-eye of night, | 186 |
| WITH THE PERSUADER, Who murmurs, hither, hither: who | 189 |
| THE TEST OF MANHOOD, Like a flood river whirled at rocky banks, | 200 |
| THE HUELESS LOVE, Unto that love must we through fire attain, | 208 |
| UNION IN DISSEVERANCE, Sunset worn to its last vermilion he; | 209 |
| SONG IN THE SONGLESS, They have no song, the sedges dry, | 210 |
| THE BURDEN OF STRENGTH, If that thou hast the gift of strength, then know | 210 |
| THE MAIN REGRET, Seen, too clear and historic within us, our sins of omission | 211 |
| ALTERNATION, Between the fountain and the rill | 211 |
| FOREST HISTORY, Beneath the vans of doom did men pass in. | 212 |
| Fragments of the Iliad in English Hexameter Verse |
| THE INVECTIVE OF ACHILLES, ‘Heigh me! brazen of front, thou glutton for plunder, how can one, ‘Bibber besotted, with scowl of a cur, having heart of a deer, thou! | 221 |
| MARSHALLING OF THE ACHAIANS, Like as a terrible fire feeds fast on a forest enormous, | 225 |
| AGAMEMNON IN THE FIGHT, These, then, he left, and away where ranks were now clashing the thickest, | 227 |
| PARIS AND DIOMEDES, So he, with a clear shout of laughter, | 228 |
| HYPNOS ON IDA, They then to fountain-abundant Ida, mother of wild beasts, | 230 |
| CLASH IN ARMS OF THE ACHAIANS AND TROJANS, Not the sea-wave so bellows abroad when it bursts upon shingle, | 231 |
| THE HORSES OF ACHILLES, So now the horses of Aiakides, off wide of the war-ground, | 232 |
| THE MARES OF THE CAMARGUE, A hundred mares, all white! their manes | 234 |
| ‘ATKINS’, Yonder’s the man with his life in his hand, | 236 |
| THE VOYAGE OF THE ‘OPHIR’, Men of our race, we send you one | 237 |
| THE CRISIS, Spirit of Russia, now has come | 239 |
| OCTOBER 21, 1905, The hundred years have passed, and he | 241 |
| THE CENTENARY OF GARIBALDI, We who have seen Italia in the throes, | 243 |
| THE WILD ROSE, High climbs June’s wild rose, | 245 |
| THE CALL, Under what spell are we debased | 247 |
| ON COMO, A rainless darkness drew o’er the lake | 250 |
| MILTON, What splendour of imperial station man, | 251 |
| IRELAND, Fire in her ashes Ireland feels | 253 |
| THE YEARS HAD WORN THEIR SEASONS’ BELT, The years had worn their seasons’ belt, | 255 |
| FRAGMENTS, Open horizons round, A wilding little stubble flower From labours through the night, outworn, This love of nature, that allures to take | 257 |
| IL Y A CENT ANS, That march of the funereal Past behold; | 259 |
| YOUTH IN AGE, Once I was part of the music I heard | 261 |
| Epitaphs |
| TO A FRIEND LOST, When I remember, friend, whom lost I call, | 265 |
| M. M., Who call her Mother and who calls her Wife | 265 |
| THE LADY C. M., To them that knew her, there is vital flame | 266 |
| ON THE TOMBSTONE OF JAMES CHRISTOPHER WILSON, Thou our beloved and light of Earth hast crossed | 266 |
| GORDON OF KHARTOUM, Of men he would have raised to light he fell: | 266 |
| J. C. M., A fountain of our sweetest, quick to spring | 267 |
| THE EMPEROR FREDERICK OF OUR TIME, With Alfred and St. Louis he doth win | 267 |
| ISLET THE DACHS, Our Islet out of Helgoland, dismissed | 267 |
| ON HEARING THE NEWS FROM VENICE, Now dumb is he who waked the world to speak, | 268 |
| HAWARDEN, When comes the lighted day for men to read | 269 |
| AT THE FUNERAL, Her sacred body bear: the tenement | 270 |
| ANGELA BURDETT-COUTTS, Long with us, now she leaves us; she has rest | 270 |
| THE YEAR’S SHEDDINGS, The varied colours are a fitful heap: | 270 |
