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Canto I.


Over the great windy waters, and over the clear-crested summits,
Unto the sun and the sky, and unto the perfecter earth,
Come, let us go,--to a land wherein gods of the old time wandered,...

Oh, you are sick of self-love, Malvolio,
And taste with a distempered appetite!
SHAKSPEARE.

I1 doutait de tout, m'me de l'arnour.
FRENCH NOVEL.

Solvitur ambulando.
SOLUTIO SOPHISMATUM....

CANTO II.

Is it illusion? or does there a spirit from perfecter ages,
Here, even yet, amid loss, change, and corruption, abide?
Does there a spirit we know not, though seek, though we find, comprehend not,...

CANTO III.

Yet to the wondrous St. Peter's, and yet to the solemn Rotonda,
Mingling with heroes and gods, yet to the Vatican Walls,
Yet may we go, and recline, while a whole mighty world seems above us,...

CANTO IV.

Eastward, or Northward, or West? I wander and ask as I wander,
Weary, yet eager and sure, Where shall I come to my love?
Whitherward hasten to seek her? Ye daughters of Italy, tell me,...

CANTO V.

There is a city, upbuilt on the quays of the turbulent Arno,
Under Fiesole's heights, thither are we to return?
There is a city that fringes the curve of the inflowing waters,...

Farewell, farewell! Her vans the vessel tries,
His iron might the potent engine plies:
Haste, winged words, and ere 'tis useless, tell,
Farewell, farewell, yet once again, farewell.
...

On the mountain, in the woodland,
In the shaded secret dell,
I have seen thee, I have met thee!
In the soft ambrosial hours of night,
In darkness silent sweet
I beheld thee, I was with thee,...

Upon the water, in the boat,
I sit and sketch as down I float:
The stream is wide, the view is fair,
I sketch it looking backward there.

The stream is strong, and as I sit...

Go, foolish thoughts, and join the throng
Of myriads gone before;
To flutter and flap and flit along
The airy limbo shore.

Go, words of sport and words of wit,
Sarcastic point and fine,...

I have seen higher holier things than these,
And therefore must to these refuse my heart,
Yet am I panting for a little ease;
I'll take, and so depart.

Ah, hold! the heart is prone to fall away,...

Blessed are those who have not seen,
And who have yet believed
The witness, here that has not been,
From heaven they have received.

Blessed are those who have not known...

The skies have sunk, and hid the upper snow
(Home, Rose, and home, Provence and La Palie),
The rainy clouds are filing fast below,
And wet will be the path, and wet shall we....

As ships, becalmed at eve, that lay
With canvas drooping, side by side,
Two towers of sail at dawn of day
Are scarce long leagues apart descried;

When fell the night, upsprung the breeze,...

A Long-Vacation Pastoral

Nunc formosissimus annus
Ite me' felix quondam pecus, ite camen'.


I

Socii cratera coronant.
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A Long-Vacation Pastoral


II

Et certamen erat, Corydon cum Thyrside, magnum.

Morn, in yellow and white, came broadening out from the mountains,...

A Long-Vacation Pastoral


III

Namque canebat uti

So in the golden morning they parted and went to the westward.
And in the cottage with Airlie and Hobbes remained the Tutor;...

A Long-Vacation Pastoral


IV

Ut vidi, ut perii, ut me malus abstulit error

So in the golden weather they waited. But Philip returned not....

A Long-Vacation Pastoral


IX
Arva, beata Petamus arva!

So on the morrow's morrow, with Term-time dread returning,
Philip returned to his books, and read, and remained at Oxford,...

A Long-Vacation Pastoral


V

Putavi
Stultus ego huic nostr' similem.

So in the cottage with Adam the pupils five together
Duly remained, and read, and looked no more for Philip,...