13 For Is trust if an enemy's fleet dame yonder And the rushing battle-bolt sang from the three- Maud 14 What am I raging alone as my father raged in his mood ide mort dand primos Must I too creep to the hollow and dash myself down and die "Rather than hold by the law that I made, nevermore to broode younod udugnie "On a horror of shatter'd limbs and a wretched swindler's lie?ed or nodt besimok 815 Would there be, sorrow for me? there was love in the passionate shriek, dahi beg Love for the silent thing that had made false haste to the grave— M&H ont to T Wrapt in a cloak, as I saw him, and thought he would rise and speakloub rost And rave at the lie and the liar, ah God, as he used to ravels to gailish boost I am sick of the Hall and the hill, I am sick Why should I stay? can a sweeter chance ever 17 There are workmen up at the Hall: they are paid i coming back from abroad The dark old place will be gilt by the touch of a millionaire: sib bas awob I have heard, I know not whence, of the singular beauty of Maud; promisy I play'd with the girl when a child; she promised then to be fair a'olbniwe 718 Maud with her venturous climbings and tumbles and childish escapes,snoisang et al Maud the delight of the village, the ringing joy of the Hall, Maud with her sweet purse-mouth when my father dangled the grapes, blue of Maud the beloved of my mother, the moonfaced darling of all,- VAT of bow od What is she now? My dreams are bad. She No, may bring me a curse. there is vite let me alone. game on the moor; she will Thanks, for the fiend best knows whether bob woman or man be the worse. I will bury myself in myself, and the Devil no may pipe to his own. II Long have I sigh'd for a calm: God grant I may find it at last! It will never be broken by Maud, she has But a cold and clear-cut face, as I found when All that I saw (for her eyes were downcast, not Faultily faultless, icily regular, splendidly null, Dead perfection, no more; nothing more, if it had not beenkbara For a chance of travel, a paleness, an hour's omdefect of the rose, w Or an underlip, you may call it a little too ripe, dido too full, Or the least little delicate aquiline curve in a sensitive nose, From which I escaped heart free, with the least little touch of spleen. Matia 9d2 bed or emoorb III 1 wou le ai udW Pale with the golden beam of an eyelash dead Womanlike, taking revenge too deep for a Done but in thought to your beauty, and ever as Growing and fading and growing upon me with out a sound, Luminous, gemlike, ghostlike, deathlike, half the night long Growing and fading and growing, till I could bear it no more, But arose, and all by myself in my own dark shiping roar, Now to the scream of a madden'd beach dragg'd afo down by the wave,vant to Walk'd in a wintry wind by a ghastly glimmer, and found Han vs NOT gihabmu me 10 The shining daffodil dead, and Orion low in his sni grave, oniliups otsailah obuil sesal er 10 Scon svitiense Josel edt dti pri 1753d boquoso I doidw mo13 solye to dowor sinif of tea and adtord rodīdiw vab-ot red tem I A million emeralds break from the ruby-budded ́ ́lime In the little grove where I sit-ah, wherefore cannot I be Like things, of the season gay, like the bountiful 17sed TOY BOTH woy but gied season bland, When the far-off sail is blown by the breeze of fil a softer clime, eze Half-lost in the liquid azure bloom of a crescent of sea, The silent sapphire-spangled marriage ring of 01 the land? bisn Below me, there, is the village, and looks how quiet and small! And yet bubbles o'er like a city, with gossip, scandal, and spite; And Jack on his ale-house bench has as many lies as a Czar; And here on the landward side, by a glimmers the Hall; a red rock, And up in the high Hall-garden I see her pass like a light; But sorrow seize me if ever that light be my leading star! an yd bavoin 315 Maud |