XVIII. Then Gismond, kneeling to me, asked My powers for ever, to a third Dear even as you are. Pass the rest XIX. Over my head his arm he flung Against the world; and scarce I felt For he began to say the while XX. So 'mid the shouting multitude We two walked forth to never more I vexed them. Gauthier's dwelling-place XXI. Our elder boy has got the clear Great brow; tho' when his brother's black Full eye shows scorn, it . . . Gismond here? And have you brought my tercel back? I just was telling Adela How many birds it struck since May. INCIDENT OF THE FRENCH CAMP. I. You know we French stormed Ratisbon: A mile or so away On a little mound, Napoléon hd Stood on our storming-day; With neck out-thrust, you fancy how, Legs wide, arms locked behind, II. Just as perhaps he mused "My plans Out 'twixt the battery-smokes there flew Until he reached 'the mound. III. Then off there flung in smiling joy, By just his horse's mane, a boy: (So tight he kept his lips compressed, Scarce any blood came thro') You looked twice ere you saw his breast Was all but shot in two. IV. "Well," cried he, "Emperor, by God's grace "We 've got you Ratisbon! "The Marshal's in the market-place, "And you'll be there anon "To see your flag-bird flap his vans "Where I, to heart's desire, "Perched him!" The Chief's eye flashed; his plans Soared up again like fire. V. The Chiefs eye flashed; but presently Softened itself, as sheathes A film the mother eagle's eye When her bruised eaglet breathes : "You 're wounded!" 66 Nay," his soldier's pride Touched to the quick, he said: "I'm killed, Sire! And, his Chief beside, Smiling the boy fell dead. SOLILOQUY OF THE SPANISH CLOISTER. I. GR-R-R-there go, my heart's abhorrence! Needs its leaden vase filled brimming? II. At the meal we sit together: Salve tibi! I must hear Not a plenteous cork-crop: scarcely Dare we hope oak-gulls, I doubt: What's the Latin name for "parsely"? What's the Greek name for Swine's Snout? III. Whew! We'll have our platter burnished, Rinsed like something sacrificial Ere 'tis fit to touch our chaps Marked with L. for our initial! (He, he! There his lily snaps!) IV. Saint, forsooth! While brown Dolores Steeping tresses in the tank, Blue-black, lustrous, thick like horsehairs, -Can't I see his dead eye glow Bright, as 'twere a Barbary corsair's? (That is, if he 'd let it show!) V. When he finishes refection, Knife and fork he never lays I, the Trinity illustrate, Drinking watered orange-pulpIn three sips the Arian frustrate; While he drains his at one gulp! VI. Oh, those melons! If he's able How go on your flowers? None uouble? VII. There's a great text in Galatians, Sure of Heaven as sure can be, VIII. Or, my scrofulous French novel, At the woeful sixteenth print, IX. Or there's Satan !-one might venture Pledge one's soul to him, yet leave Such a flaw in the indenture As he'd miss till, past retrieve, Blasted lay that rose-acacia We 're so proud of! Hy, Zy, Hine. 'St, there's Vespers! Plena gratiá Ave, Virgo! Gr-r-r-you swine! IN A GONDOLA. He sings. I SEND My heart up to thee, all my heart For the stars help me, and the sea bears part; Closer to Venice' streets to leave one space May light my joyous heart to thee its dwelling-place. She speaks. Say after me, and try to say My very words, as if each word., In your own voice, in your own way: "This woman's heart, and soul, and brain ... no word more! Since words are only words. Give o'er! Familiarly by my pet-name Which, if the Three should hear you call, Ask of me, too, command me, blame— |