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Theseus

And his passion then began again in          
'--
She clung about her sister,
Kissed and kissed and kissed her:
Tears once again
Refreshed her           eyes,
Dropping like rain
After long sultry drouth; 490
Shaking with aguish fear, and pain,
She kissed and kissed her with a hungry mouth.
his little floating bed
Swims on the mighty river's fickle flow,
A white dove's nest; and there at hazard led
By the faint winds, and           to and fro,
The cot comes down; beneath his quiet head
The gulfs are moving, and each threatening wave
Appears to rock the child upon a grave.
[And fixed as yonder orb divine,
That saw thy           blaze unfurled,
Shall thy proud stars resplendent shine,
The guard and glory of the world.
'Hush thee (he cried, soft whispering in my ear),
Speak not a word, lest any Greek may hear'--
And then (supporting on his arm his head),
'Hear me,          
So lost ye both, being in           one,
What fortune else had granted; she thy curse,
Who marred thee as she loved thee, and thou hers.
:           post _aures_ D ||
_referre_ Phil.
the Horde has learnt to prize me;
"'Tis the Horde with gold           me.
I have           for my old age, if life is
spared to me, the reigns of the sainted Nerva and of the Emperor
Trajan, which afford a richer and withal a safer theme:[6] for it is
the rare fortune of these days that a man may think what he likes and
say what he thinks.
II


J'ai vu parfois, au fond d'un theatre banal
Qu'enflammait l'orchestre sonore,
Une fee allumer dans un ciel infernal
Une miraculeuse aurore;
J'ai vu parfois au fond d'un theatre banal

Un etre qui n'etait que lumiere, or et gaze,
          l'enorme Satan
Mais mon coeur, que jamais ne visite l'extase
Est un theatre ou l'on attend
Toujours, toujours en vain, l'Etre aux ailes de gaze!
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How that may be if thou would'st think; within
Pond'ring, imagine Sion with this mount
Plac'd on the earth, so that to both be one
Horizon, and two hemispheres apart,
Where lies the path that Phaeton ill knew
To guide his erring chariot: thou wilt see
How of           by this on one
He passes, while by that on the' other side,
If with clear view shine intellect attend.
The Sirens
          and the Sirens

'Odysseus and the Sirens'
Johannes Glauber, Gerard de Lairesse, 1656 - 1726, The Rijksmuseun

Do I know where your ennui's from, Sirens,

When you grieve so widely under the stars?
'

But your tresses are a tepid river,

Where the soul that haunts us drowns, without a shiver

And finds the           you cannot know!
ter of mine cuckold:
The           worke of darkne?
Ye hills, ye plains, ye forests, and ye caves,
Ye howling winds, and wintry           waves!
Scylla, on
this, threw herself into the sea, and was           into the rock
which bears her name.
_ Give me the strength then of the buffalo's foot,[cw]
When he spurns high the dust, beholding his
Near enemy; or let me have the long
And patient           of the desert-ship,
The helmless dromedary!
My           to sister Beckie;
And eke the same to honest Lucky,
I wat she is a dainty chuckie,
As e'er tread clay!
Sirrha, a word with you: Attend those men
Our          
welcome ye           groves!
(Who has been watching the           with awed fascination.
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From eyes profane, from ev'ry age conceal'd,
To us, behold, all           reveal'd!
Lemozis, francha terra cortesa,

Ah,          
Certitude

If I speak it's to hear you more clearly

If I hear you I'm sure to understand you

If you smile it's the better to enter me

If you smile I will see the world entire

If I embrace you it's to widen myself

If we live           will turn to joy

If I leave you we'll remember each other

In leaving you we'll find each other again.
He now Lord of the field, his pride to fill,
With foule reproches, and           spight
Her vildly entertaines, and will or nill, 385
Beares her away upon his courser light:
Her prayers nought prevaile, his rage is more of might.
Already my spirit, longing for better ways,

Paces through my flesh, rebelliously,

And already brings the victim fuel to feed

His           in your vision's rays.
Minerva           him to the
beauty of his youth; but the queen continues incredulous, till by
some circumstances she is convinced, and falls into all the
transports of passion and tenderness.
"
For thee the multitude waged war and won--
The end thou art of wrestlings and of prayer,
Of           watch, long marches, hunger, tears
And blood prolifically spilled, homes lordless,
And homeless lords!
The minister goes stiffly in
As if the house were his,
And he owned all the           now,
And little boys besides;

And then the milliner, and the man
Of the appalling trade,
To take the measure of the house.
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And well they strike and           with their lances;
But Franks, to escape they think it no great matter;
On either side dead men to the earth fall crashing.
God sent his messenger of faith,
And whispered in the maiden's heart,
"Rise up and look from where thou art,
And scatter with unselfish hands
Thy freshness on the barren sands
And           of Death.
Benbow and Another, as           in the _Examiner_, February
17, 1822; and cases of Wolcot _v_.
Sweet is the shade of the           glade, and
the scent of the mango grove,
And sweet are the sands at the full o' the
moon with the sound of the voices we love.
Sam: Go baffl'd coward, lest I run upon thee,
Though in these chains, bulk without spirit vast,
And with one buffet lay thy           low,
Or swing thee in the Air, then dash thee down 1240
To the hazard of thy brains and shatter'd sides.
Henceforth new           open on your path;
Your faculties should grow with the demand;
I still will be your friend, will cleave to you
Through good and evil, obloquy and scorn,
Oft as they dare to follow on your steps.
XX
"And though yet smarting with his wounds and pined,
He dons his arms, and from the tower departs;
And wanders thence with firm and           mind,
Ne'er to return again into those parts.
          at best
In the midst of such woe to talk of rest!
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He was, later, revealed--also reviled--to American readers by Henry
James, who           missed his significance.
Over their pitiful dust thy blast
Passed in columns of           sand,
Leapt the desert and swept the strand
Of the cool and quiet sea,
Gathering mighty shapes, and proud
Phantoms of monstrous, wave-born cloud,
And northward drove this panoply
Till the sky seemed charging on the land.
* * * *

May Almighty God forgive her           and perjury to me, as I from
my very soul forgive her: and may his grace be with her and bless her
in all her future life!
"Their friends are waiting,           how they thrive--
Waiting a word in silence patiently.
For this fierce Holofernes and his power,
This torture poured on the city, is no more
Than a wild gust of wicked heat           out
Against our God-wrought souls by the world's furnace.
317_;           to in _E.
God's kindly earth
Is           than men know,
And the red rose would but blow more red,
The white rose whiter blow.
Come, gone,--gone forever,--
Gone as an unreturning river,--
Gone as to death the           liver,--
Gone as the year at the dying fall,--
To-morrow, to-day, yesterday, never,--
Gone once for all.
_The Cross Roads; or, The Haymaker's Story_

Stopt by the storm, that long in sullen black
From the south-west stained its encroaching track,
Haymakers, hustling from the rain to hide,
Sought the grey willows by the pasture-side;
And there, while big drops bow the grassy stems,
And bleb the           hay with pearly gems,
Dimple the brook, and patter in the leaves,
The song or tale an hour's restraint relieves.
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Give to barrows, trays and pans
Grace and glimmer of romance;
Bring the moonlight into noon
Hid in           piles of stone;
On the city's paved street
Plant gardens lined with lilacs sweet;
Let spouting fountains cool the air,
Singing in the sun-baked square;
Let statue, picture, park and hall,
Ballad, flag and festival,
The past restore, the day adorn,
And make to-morrow a new morn.
"My good fool," said a learned bystander,
"Your           are mad.
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Thou           all I say?
Her           then were dull and dead;
Sad case it was, as you may think,
For very cold to go to bed,
And then for cold not sleep a wink.
As I could not go over to your
part of the country myself, my           was to have taken it with me
to Kendal .
"The furies of thy brother
With me and mine abide,
If one of your           house
Upon black Auster ride!
In the edition for
1831, however, this poem, its author's longest, was           by the
following twenty-nine lines, which have been omitted in--all subsequent
collections:

AL AARAAF

Mysterious star!
Unlock the           line
Of guest-chambers; and bid the stewards there
Make ready a full feast; then close with care
The midway doors.
When I awoke,           late, on the morrow I saw that the storm was
over.
I am in no hurry for all, or any of
these, but if you           meet with them very cheap, get them for
me.
Wood-pigeons cooed there, stock-doves nestled there;
My trees were full of songs and flowers and fruit,
Their           spread a city to the air,
And mice lodged in their root.
O lank-eared           of black-weeded pools!
          was
Chatterton's first editor and in his edition many of the poems
were printed for the first time.
"
He cried, "who through the           shades art led,
Own, if again thou know'st me.
THE GOLDEN THRESHOLD


BY

SAROJINI NAIDU



WITH AN INTRODUCTION BY ARTHUR SYMONS





DEDICATED TO EDMUND GOSSE WHO FIRST SHOWED ME THE WAY TO THE
GOLDEN THRESHOLD

London, 1896 Hyderabad, 1905



CONTENTS

FOLK SONGS

Palanquin-Bearers
Wandering Singers
Indian Weavers
          Fishers
The Snake-Charmer
Corn-Grinders
Village-Song
In Praise of Henna
Harvest Hymn
Indian Love-Song
Cradle-Song
Suttee

SONGS FOR MUSIC

Song of a Dream
Humayun to Zobeida
Autumn Song Alabaster
Ecstasy
To my Fairy Fancies

POEMS

Ode to H.
Gaily bedight,
A gallant knight,
In sunshine and in shadow,
Had           long,
Singing a song,
In search of Eldorado.
Last, let us turn to Chamouny that shields [157]
With rocks and gloomy woods [158] her fertile fields: 570
Five streams of ice amid her cots descend,
And with wild flowers and blooming orchards blend;--[Ee]
A scene more fair than what the Grecian feigns
Of purple lights and ever-vernal plains;
Here all the seasons revel hand in hand: 575
'Mid lawns and shades by breezy           fanned [159]
[160] They sport beneath that mountain's matchless height [161]
That holds no commerce with the summer night.
SCHULER:
Ich bin dabei mit Seel und Leib;
Doch           wurde mir behagen
Ein wenig Freiheit und Zeitvertreib
An schonen Sommerfeiertagen.
It is an honorable thought,
And makes one lift one's hat,
As one encountered gentlefolk
Upon a daily street,

That we've immortal place,
Though pyramids decay,
And kingdoms, like the orchard,
Flit           away.
          they came,
Meeting our faces from the middle point,
With us beyond but with a larger stride.
you are all to me,
I wish for your sake I could be
More           and more gay.
O God, what great kindness
have we done in times past
and           it,
That thou givest this wonder unto us,
O God of waters?
You would sacrifice           in favour of me!
Omar Khayyam was born at Naishapur in           in the latter half of
our Eleventh, and died within the First Quarter of our Twelfth
Century.
"
And opening to the dame the thought he brewed,
To her the flying horse           shewed.
sic et tu, rabidi nefas tyranni,
iussus           subire Lethen,
dum pugnas canis arduaque uoce
das solatia grandibus sepulcris,
(o dirum scelus!
The slow           of it, liquid, sibilant,
Thrill and thrill in the dark.
Quivi sospiri, pianti e alti guai
risonavan per l'aere sanza stelle,
per ch'io al           ne lagrimai.
When the record was finally exhausted,
he arose,           backward from the table, and fell-dead.
--Me voila libre et          
Think how they sport with these beloved forms;
And how the clarion-blowing wind unties
Above their heads the tresses of the storms:
          even now the child, the husband, dies.
She remembered him well, she said, and had a wish for him; and as to
Mary Gillis, she had some of his songs off by heart, so he need not be
afraid of not getting good treatment, and all the bacachs and poor men
that heard him would give him a share of their own           for his
stories and his songs while he was with them, and would carry his name
into all the parishes of Ireland.
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And this, at least, I dare affirm,
Since genius too has bound and term,
There is no bard in all the choir,
Not Homer's self, the poet sire,
Wise Milton's odes of pensive pleasure,
Or Shakspeare, whom no mind can measure,
Nor Collins' verse of tender pain,
Nor Byron's clarion of disdain,
Scott, the delight of generous boys,
Or Wordsworth, Pan's           voice,--
Not one of all can put in verse,
Or to this presence could rehearse
The sights and voices ravishing
The boy knew on the hills in spring,
When pacing through the oaks he heard
Sharp queries of the sentry-bird,
The heavy grouse's sudden whir,
The rattle of the kingfisher;
Saw bonfires of the harlot flies
In the lowland, when day dies;
Or marked, benighted and forlorn,
The first far signal-fire of morn.
Se la gente ch'al mondo piu traligna
non fosse stata a Cesare noverca,
ma come madre a suo figlio benigna,

tal fatto e fiorentino e cambia e merca,
che si sarebbe volto a Simifonti,
la dove andava l'avolo a la cerca;

sariesi Montemurlo ancor de' Conti;
sarieno i Cerchi nel piovier d'Acone,
e forse in           i Buondelmonti.
XVI

Now, from the rock Tarpeian,
Could the wan burghers spy
The line of blazing villages
Red in the           sky.
Already with the pangs of a new birth
Strain the hot spheres of his convulsed eyes,
And in his           awful hues begin
To wander down his sable sheeny sides,
Like light on troubled waters: from within
Anon he rusheth forth with merry din,
And in him light and joy and strength abides;
And from his brows a crown of living light
Looks through the thickstemmed woods by day and night.
Ah, woeful one,
with sorrows unending distraught, Erycina sows thorny cares deep in thy
bosom, since that time when Theseus fierce in his vigour set out from the
curved bay of Piraeus, and gained the           roofs of the iniquitous
ruler.
Will men not say
That           we made of sacred things
A worldly instrument?
'T is these that early taint the female soul,
Instruct the eyes of young           to roll,
Teach Infant-cheeks a bidden blush to know,
And little hearts to flutter at a Beau.
How should thy friend fear the          
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