Part 3

Come to me in any shape! THE SHIPWRECK OF IDOMENEUS, 100

Swept from his fleet upon that fatal night THE LONGEST DAY, 112

On yonder hills soft twilight dwells TO ROBIN REDBREAST, 114

Merrily ’mid the faded leaves, SONG, 115

The daisy now is out upon the green; SUNRISE, 117

The clouds are withdrawn PICTURES OF THE RHINE, 120

The spirit of Romance dies not to those TO A NIGHTINGALE, 123

O nightingale! how hast thou learnt INVITATION TO THE COUNTRY, 124

Now ’tis Spring on wood and wold, THE SWEET O’ THE YEAR, 126

Now the frog, all lean and weak, AUTUMN EVEN-SONG, 128

The long cloud edged with streaming grey THE SONG OF COURTESY, 129

When Sir Gawain was led to his bridal-bed, THE THREE MAIDENS, 131

There were three maidens met on the highway; OVER THE HILLS, 132

The old hound wags his shaggy tail, JUGGLING JERRY, 134

Pitch here the tent, while the old horse grazes: THE CROWN OF LOVE, 139

O might I load my arms with thee, THE HEAD OF BRAN THE BLEST, 141

When the Head of Bran THE MEETING, 145

The old coach-road through a common of furze, THE BEGGAR’S SOLILOQUY, 146

Now, this, to my notion, is pleasant cheer, BY THE ROSANNA TO F. M., 151

The old grey Alp has caught the cloud, PHANTASY, 152

Within a Temple of the Toes, THE OLD CHARTIST, 158

Whate’er I be, old England is my dam! SONG, 163

Should thy love die; TO ALEX. SMITH, THE ‘GLASGOW POET,’ 164

Not vainly doth the earnest voice of man GRANDFATHER BRIDGEMAN, 165

‘Heigh, boys!’ cried Grandfather Bridgeman, ‘it’s time before dinner to-day.’ THE PROMISE IN DISTURBANCE, 180

How low when angels fall their black descent, MODERN LOVE, 181 I. By this he knew she wept with waking eyes: II. It ended, and the morrow brought the task. III. This was the woman; what now of the man? IV. All other joys of life he strove to warm, V. A message from her set his brain aflame. VI. It chanced his lips did meet her forehead cool. VII. She issues radiant from her dressing-room, VIII. Yet it was plain she struggled, and that salt IX. He felt the wild beast in him betweenwhiles X. But where began the change; and what’s my crime? XI. Out in the yellow meadows, where the bee XII. Not solely that the Future she destroys, XIII. ‘I play for Seasons; not Eternities!’ XIV. What soul would bargain for a cure that brings XV. I think she sleeps: it must be sleep, when low XVI. In our old shipwrecked days there was an hour, XVII. At dinner, she is hostess, I am host. XVIII. Here Jack and Tom are paired with Moll and Meg. XIX. No state is enviable. To the luck alone XX. I am not of those miserable males XXI. We three are on the cedar-shadowed lawn; XXII. What may the woman labour to confess? XXIII. ’Tis Christmas weather, and a country house XXIV. The misery is greater, as I live! XXV. You like not that French novel? Tell me why. XXVI. Love ere he bleeds, an eagle in high skies, XXVII. Distraction is the panacea, Sir! XXVIII. I must be flattered. The imperious XXIX. Am I failing? For no longer can I cast XXX. What are we first? First, animals; and next XXXI. This golden head has wit in it. I live XXXII. Full faith I have she holds that rarest gift XXXIII. ‘In Paris, at the Louvre, there have I seen XXXIV. Madam would speak with me. So, now it comes: XXXV. It is no vulgar nature I have wived. XXXVI. My Lady unto Madam makes her bow. XXXVII. Along the garden terrace, under which XXXVIII. Give to imagination some pure light XXXIX. She yields: my Lady in her noblest mood XL. I bade my Lady think what she might mean. XLI. How many a thing which we cast to the ground, XLII. I am to follow her. There is much grace XLIII. Mark where the pressing wind shoots javelin-like XLIV. They say, that Pity in Love’s service dwells, XLV. It is the season of the sweet wild rose, XLVI. At last we parley: we so strangely dumb XLVII. We saw the swallows gathering in the sky, XLVIII. Their sense is with their senses all mixed in, XLIX. He found her by the ocean’s moaning verge, L. Thus piteously Love closed what he begat: THE PATRIOT ENGINEER, 231

‘Sirs! may I shake your hands? CASSANDRA, 236

Captive on a foreign shore, THE YOUNG USURPER, 240