Maud And many a darkness into the light shall leap, And shine in the sudden making of splendid wow dowdes names, And noble thought be freer under the sun, Midd And nd now by the side of the Black and the Baltic deep, And deathful-grinning mouths of the fortress, flames The blood-red blossom of war with a heart of fire, sib Noods sawaib-door lepitotayá klo and") yam b'xim bin Mosh mig s no boots I Let it flame or fade, and the war roll down like sorb si wa I T We have proved we are noble still, And myself have awaked, as it seems, to the better mind; די It is better to fight for the good than to rail at amsde HWOD VER THE BROOK; AN IDYL HERE, by this brook, we parted; I to the The Brook East And he for Italy-too late too late : One whom the strong sons of the world despise ; make The thing that is not as the thing that is. O had he lived! In our schoolbooks we say, When all the wood stands in a mist of green, Prattling the primrose fancies of the boy, To me that loved him; for "O brook," he says, "O babbling brook," says Edmund in his rhyme, "Whence come you?" and the brook, why not? replies. The Brook I come from haunts of coot and hern, And sparkle out among the fern, By thirty hills I hurry down, door& adT silt of Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever. -yist noted buA Seigast blow d to 2008 gets ɔdt mode sa0 Poor lad, he died at Florence, quite worn out, Travelling to Naples. There is Darnley bridge, It has more ivy; there the river; and there Stands Philip's farm where brook and river meet. ways, dult-edt as to ai tedt yaidt sd'F With many a curve my banks I fret dous 10 bovol And many a fairy foreland set Ingas With willow-weed VII chatter, ch and mallow. chatter, chatter, as I flow we od o ́ys 10 To join the brimming river,1992 batang I For men may come and men may go,ilmm'T But I go on for ever. bavol and am oT of But Philip chatter'd more than brook or val bird; sit bos Swoy, ames 9omsdW Old Philip; all about the fields you caught His weary daylong chirping, like the dry th The Brook I wind about, and in and out, mos botteld o And here and there a grayling, And here and there a foamy flakelge denn With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel. 500 207290 9354 And draw them all along, and flow For men may come and men may go, "O darling Katie Willows, his one child! 'Sweet Katie, once I did her a good turn, The Brook Half-parted from a weak and scolding hinge, and the clamour'd from a casement, Stuck; ❝ run To Katie somewhere in the walks below, 6 What was it? less of sentiment than sense told me. She and James had quarrell'd. What cause of quarrel? None, she said, no cause; James had no cause: but when I prest the cause, I said. But Katie snatch'd her eyes at once from hib. I sumo ohs 2 towa .mine, And sketching with her slender-pointed foot |