they! Playing on me-not dead now-a swoon -a scene Yet how she made her wail as for the dead! Enter MILLY. Milly. Please, Mister 'Arold. Well? Milly. The owd man's coom'd ageän to 'issen, an' wants [While they are shouting and struggling Dora rises and comes between them. Dora (to Dobson). Peace, let him be: it is the chamber of Death! Sir, you are tenfold more a gentleman, A hundred times more worth a woman's love, Than this, this-but I waste no words upon him: His wickedness is like my wretchedness To hev a word wi' ye about the marriage. Beyond all language. (To Harold.) You-you see her there! Only fifteen when first you came on her, And then the sweetest flower of all the wolds, So lovely in the promise of her May, Dora. A child, and all as trustful as Five years of shame and suffering broke the heart That only beat for you; and he, the father, Thro' that dishonour which you brought upon us, Has lost his health, his eyesight, even his mind. Harold (covering his face). Enough! Dora. It seem'd so; only there was left INDEX TO THE FIRST LINES. A CITY clerk, but gently born and bred, 156. Airy, fairy Lilian, 6. All along the valley, stream that flashest white, 235. Altho' I be the basest of mankind, 85. And Willy, my eldest-born, is gone, you say, A plague upon the people fell, 238. Are you sleeping? have you forgotten? do not A spirit haunts the year's last hours, 13. A storm was coming, but the winds were still, 380. At Flores in the Azores Sir Richard Grenville At Francis Allen's on the Christmas Eve, 67. A thousand summers ere the time of Christ, 547. BANNER of England, not for a season, O banner Below the thunders of the upper deep, 6. Brooks, for they call'd you so that knew you Bury the Great Duke, 218. CARESS'D or chidden by the slender hand, 26. Clear-headed friend, whose joyful scorn, 8. Come, when no graver cares employ, 234. 'Courage!' he said, and pointed toward the DAGONET, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood, Dainty little maiden, whither would you wander? Dead Princess, living Power, if that, which lived, Dear, near and true-no truer Time himself, 240. Dosn't thou 'car my 'erse's legs, as they canters Dust are our frames; and, gilded dust, our ELAINE the fair, Elaine the loveable, 395. FAIR is her cottage in its place, 236. First pledge our Queen this solemn night, 575. From noiseful arms, and acts of prowess done, 419. GLORY of warrior, glory of orator, glory of song, 239. HALF a league, half a league, 222. Her arms across her breast she laid, 119. Here, by this brook, we parted; I to the East, Here far away, seen from the topmost cliff, 476. He thought to quell the stubborn hearts of oak, 25. How long, O God, shall men be ridden down, 26. I BUILT my soul a lordly pleasure-house, 44. I had a vision when the night was late, 120. I knew an old wife lean and poor, 66. Illyrian woodlands, echoing falls, 124. I'm glad I walk'd. How fresh the meadows In her ear he whispers gaily, 116. I read, before my eyelids dropt their shade, 56. I send you here a sort of allegory, 44. Is it you, that preach'd in the chapel there looking It little profits that an idle king, 95. It was the time when lilies blow, 114. I waited for the train at Coventry, 103. I was the chief of the race-he had stricken my I wish I were as in the years of old, 538. KING ARTHUR made new knights to fill the gap, 433- King, that hast reign'd six hundred years, and LADY Clara Vere de Vere, 49. Late, my grandson! half the morning have I Long lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm, 125. MIDNIGHT-in no midsummer tune, 573. Mine be the strength of spirit, full and free, 25. Move eastward, happy earth, and leave, 119. My friend should meet me somewhere hereabout, 521. My good blade carves the casques of men, 110. My hope and heart is with thee-thou wilt be, 25. My Lords, we heard you speak: you told us all, 221. My Rosalind, my Rosalind, 22. NATURE, So far as in her lies, 63. Not here! the white North has thy bones; and thou, 537. Not this way will you set your name, 569. O BLACKBIRD! sing me something well, 61. Old Fitz, who from your suburb grange, 537. O me, my pleasant rambles by the lake, 83. Once more the gate behind me falls, 88. O Patriot Statesman, be thou wise to know, 575. O plump head-waiter at The Cock, 111. O thou so fair in summers gone, 575. 'Ouse-keeper sent tha my lass, fur New Squire Out of the deep, my child, out of the deep, 532. PELLAM the King, who held and lost with Lot, Pine, beech and plane, oak, walnut, apricot, 750 QUEEN GUINEVERE had fled the court, and sat, REVERED, beloved-O you that hold, 1. SEA-KINGS' daughter from over the sea, 223- 243. So saying, light-foot Iris pass'd away, 536. So, my lord, the Lady Giovanna, who hath been away, 767. So then our good Archbishop Theobald, 693- Still on the tower stood the vane, 120. |