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To see your flag-bird flap his vans
Where I, to heart's desire,
Perched him!" The chief's eye
Soared up again like fire.

V.

flashed;

his plans

The chief's eye flashed; but presently
Softened itself, as sheathes

A film the mother-eagle's eye

When her bruised eaglet breathes;

"You're wounded!" "Nay," the soldier's pride Touched to the quick, he said:

"I'm killed, Sire!" And his chief beside, Smiling the boy fell dead.

THE PATRIOT.

AN OLD STORY.

I.

It was roses, roses, all the way,

With myrtle mixed in my path like mad:
The house-roofs seemed to heave and sway,
The church-spires flamed, such flags they had,
A year ago on this very day.

II.

The air broke into a mist with bells,

The old walls rocked with the crowd and cries.
Had I said, "Good folk, mere noise repels

But give me your sun from yonder skies!
They had answered, " And afterward, what else?

III.

Alack, it was I who leaped at the sun

To give it my loving friends to keep!

Nought man could do, have I left undone :
And you see my harvest, what I reap
This very day, now a year is run.

IV.

There's nobody on the house-tops now —
Just a palsied few at the windows set;
For the best of the sight is, all allow,

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At the Shambles' Gate

- or, better yet,

By the very scaffold's foot, I trow.

V.

I go in the rain, and, more than needs,
A rope cuts both my wrists behind;
And I think, by the feel, my forehead bleeds,
For they fling, whoever has a mind,
Stones at me for my year's misdeeds.

VI.

Thus I entered, and thus I go!

In triumphs, people have dropped down dead. "Paid by the world, what dost thou owe

Me?"- God might question; now instead, 'Tis God shall repay: I am safer so.

MY LAST DUCHESS.

FERRARA.

That's my last Duchess painted on the wall,
Looking as if she were alive. I call

That piece a wonder, now: Frà Pandolf's hands
Worked busily a day, and there she stands.
Will 't please you sit and look at her? I said
"Frà Pandolf" by design, for never read
Strangers like you that pictured countenance,
The depth and passion of its earnest glance,
But to myself they turned (since none puts by
The curtain I have drawn for you, but I)
And seemed as they would ask me, if they durst,
How such a glance came there; so, not the first
Are you to turn and ask thus. Sir, 't was not
Her husband's presence only, called that spot
Of joy into the Duchess' cheek: perhaps
Frà Pandolf chanced to say "Her mantle laps
Over my lady's wrist too much," or "Paint
Must never hope to reproduce the faint

Half-flush that dies along her throat:" such stuff
Was courtesy, she thought, and cause enough
For calling up that spot of joy. She had

A heart-how shall I say? - too soon made glad,
Too easily impressed; she liked whate'er

She looked on, and her looks went everywhere.

Sir, 't was all one! My favor at her breast,
The dropping of the daylight in the West,
The bough of cherries some officious fool
Broke in the orchard for her, the white mule
She rode with round the terrace all and each
Would draw from her alike the approving speech,
Or blush, at least. She thanked men, - good! but thanked
Somehow - I know not how as if she ranked

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My gift of a nine-hundred-years-old name
With anybody's gift. Who'd stoop to blame
This sort of trifling? Even had you skill
In speech
(which I have not)—to make your will
Quite clear to such an one, and say,
"Just this
Or that in you disgusts me; here you miss,
Or there exceed the mark" and if she let
Herself be lessoned so, nor plainly set

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Her wits to yours, forsooth, and made excuse,

- E'en then would be some stooping; and I choose
Never to stoop. Oh sir, she smiled, no doubt,
Whene'er I passed her; but who passed without
Much the same smile? This grew; I gave commands;
Then all smiles stopped together. There she stands
As if alive. Will 't please you rise? We'll meet
The company below, then. I repeat,

The Count your master's known munificence
Is ample warrant that no just pretence
Of mine for dowry will be disallowed;
Though his fair daughter's self, as I avowed
At starting, is my object. Nay, we'll go
Together down, sir. Notice Neptune, though,
Taming a sea-horse, thought a rarity,

Which Claus of Innsbruck cast in bronze for me !

COUNT GISMOND.

AIX IN PROVENCE.

I.

Christ God who savest man, save most
Of men Count Gismond who saved me!
Count Gauthier, when he chose his post,
Chose time and place and company
To suit it; when he struck at length
My honor, 't was with all his strength.

II.

And doubtlessly ere he could draw

All points to one, he must have schemed! That miserable morning saw

Few half so happy as I seemed, While being dressed in queen's array To give our tourney prize away.

III.

I thought they loved me, did me grace
To please themselves; 't was all their deed;
God makes, or fair or foul, our face;

If showing mine so caused to bleed

My cousins' hearts, they should have dropped A word, and straight the play had stopped.

IV.

They, too, so beauteous! Each a queen
By virtue of her brow and breast;
Not needing to be crowned, I mean,
As I do. E'en when I was dressed,
Had either of them spoke, instead
Of glancing sideways with still head!

V.

But no: they let me laugh, and sing
My birthday song quite through, adjust
The last rose in my garland, fling
A last look on the mirror, trust
My arms to each an arm of theirs,
And so descend the castle-stairs

VI.

And come out on the morning-troop

Of merry friends who kissed my cheek, And called me queen, and made me stoop (a streak

Under the canopy

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That pierced it, of the outside sun,

Powdered with gold its gloom's soft dun)

VII.

And they could let me take my state
And foolish throne amid applause

Of all come there to celebrate

My queen's-day- Oh I think the cause

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However that be, all eyes were bent
Upon me, when my cousins cast

Theirs down; 't was time I should present

The victor's crown, but . . . there, 't will last

No long time. . . the old mist again
Blinds me as then it did. How vain!

IX.

See! Gismond's at the gate, in talk
With his two boys: I can proceed.
Well, at that moment, who should stalk
Forth boldly to my face, indeed
But Gauthier, and he thundered, "Stay!"
And all stayed. "Bring no crowns, I say!

"Bring torches!

X.

Wind the penance-sheet About her! Let her shun the chaste, Or lay herself before their feet!

Shall she whose body I embraced A night long, queen it in the day? For honor's sake no crowns, I say!

I?

XI.

What I answered? As I live,
I never fancied such a thing
As answer possible to give.

What says the body when they spring
Some monstrous torture-engine's whole
Strength on it? No more says the soul.

XII.

Till out strode Gismond; then I knew
That I was saved. I never met
His face before, but, at first view,

I felt quite sure that God had set
Himself to Satan; who would spend
A minute's mistrust on the end?

XIII.

He strode to Gauthier, in his throat

Gave him the lie, then struck his mouth

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