Swinburne's New Book.
THE THIRD SERIES OF 'POEMS AND BALLADS.' • Poems and Ballads, Third Series,' is the title of a new volume of poems by Algernon Charles Swinburne just published. Most of the poems are new, but a number have already appeared in English periodicals. A WORD WITH THE WIND. Lord of days and nights that hear thy word of wintry warning, Wind, whose feet are set on ways that none may tread, Change the neat wherein thy wings are fledged for flight by morning, Change the harbor whence at dawn thy sails are uprcad. Not tho dawn, ere yet the imprisoning night Las half released her, More desires the Ban's full face of 'cheer than we, "Well as yet we love the strength of the irontongued north easter, Yearn for wind to meet us as we front the sea. Change thy note, and givo the waves their will, and all the measure, Full and perfect, of tho music of their might, Let it fill the bays with thunderous notes and throbs of pleasure, Shake the shores with passion, sound at once and Bmito. Sweet aro even the mild low notes of wind and Bea, but sweeter Sounds the Bong whose choral wrath of raging rhyme Bidß the shelving shoals keep tune with storm's imperious metre, Bids the rocks and reefs respond in rapturous chime. Let thy strong Bouth-western music sound, and bid the billows * Biighten, proud and glad to feel thy scourge and kiss; Sting and soothe and sway them, bowed as aapens bend or willows, Yet rosurgent still in breathless rage of bliss. All to-day the slow sleek ripples hardly bear up shoreward, Charged wi'h sighs more light than laughter faint and fair. Like a woodland lake's weak wavelets lightly lingering forward, Soft and listless as the slumber-stricken air. THffi AHMADA. I. Hell for Spain and Heaven for England—God to God, and man to man— Met confronted, light with darkness, life with de»th ; since time began, Never earth nor sea behe d so great a stake before them set, Save when Athens hurled back Asia from the lists wherein they met; Never since the sands of ages through the gla i s of history ran, Saw the sun in heaven a lordlier day than this that lights us yet.
For tho light that abides upon England, the glory that rests on her godlike name, The pride that U love aud the love that is faith, a perfume disßolvod in flame, Took fire from tho dawn of the fierce July when llciits were ccattered as foam And Bquadious as flakes of spray; when galleon and gallUss that shadowed the sea Were swept from her waves like shadows that pass with the clouds they fell from, and she Laughed loud to the wind aa it gave to her keeping the glories of Spain and Rome.
Three hundred summers have fallen as leaves by the storms in their season thinned Since northward the warships of Spain came sheer up tlio way oi the south-west wind; Where the citadel cliffs of Kngland are flanked with bastions of serpentine, Far off to the windward loomed their hulls, an hundred and twenty-nine, All filled full of the war, full-fraught with battle and charged with bale; Thou storo3lnp3 weighted with cannon ; and all were an hundred and fifty sail. The measureless menace of darkness unhungered with hop a to prevail upon light, Ths shadow of death made substance, the present and visible spirit of night, Oami, shapod as a waxing or waning moon that rose with the fall of day, To the channel where couches the Lion in guard of the gate of the lustrous bay. Fair England, sweet as the sea that shields her, and pure as the sea from stain, Smiled, hearing hardly for scorn that stirred her, the menace of saintly Spain. Some of the daintiest things in this volume are lyrics addressed to the little ones. Here is an'example:— BY THB WAYSIDE. Summer's face was rosiest, skies and woods were mellow, Earth had heaven to friend and heaven had earth to fellow, When wo met where wooded hills and meadows meet. Autumn's face is pale and all her late leaves yellow, now that here again we greet. Wan with years whereof this eightieth hears Deoember, Fair and bright with love, the kind old face I know Shines above the sweet, small twain whose eyes remember Heaven, and fill with April's light this pale November, Through the dark jear's glass run low. Like a rose whose joy of lifo hersiience utters When the birds are loud, and low the lulled wind mutters, Grave and silent shines the boy nigh three years old, Wise and sweet his smile, that faltera net nor flutters, Glows, and turns the gloom to gold. Like tho new born sun'd that »trikcn the dark and slays it, So that even for love of light it smiles and dies, Laughs the boy's blithe faco whoso fair fourth year arrays it All with light of life and mirth that stirs and sways it And fulfils the deep wide eyes. Wide and warm with glowing laughter's exultation, ...,,. Full of welcome, full of sunbright ]ubilation, Flash my taller friend's quiok eyebeams, charged witb glee; Bat with softer still and sweeter salutation Shine my smaller friend's on me. Little arms flung round my bending neck, that yoke it Fast in tender bondage, draw my face down too , , Toward the flower-soft face whose dumb deep Bmiles invoke it: Dumb, but love can read the radiant eyes that woke it, Blue as Jane's mid-heaven is blue. How many men find refuge, how should hearts be shielded, From the weapons thus by little omlflren wielded, When they lift such eyes as light this lustrous faoe— , Eyes that woke love sleeping unawares, and yielded love for love, a gift of graceGrace beyond man's merit, love that laughs, forgiving Even the sin of being no more a child, nor worth Trust and love that lavish gifts above man s giving, Touch or glance of eyes and lips the sweetest living, Fair as heaven and kind as earth ? new year's da*. New Year, be good to England. Bid her uamo Shine sunlike as of old on all the sea: Make strong her sou]; at all fcer nfcit foe;
Bind fast her homebom foes with links of shame More strong than iron and more keen than flame: Seal up their lips for shame's sake;—so Bhall she Who was the light that lightened Freedom be, For all false tongues, in all men's eyes the same. Oh, laßt-born child of Time, earth's eldest lord, God undiscrowncd of godhead, who for man Bogota all good and evil things that live, Do thou, his new begotten son, implored Of hearts that hope and fear not, make thy span Bright with such light as history bids thee give.
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Swinburne's New Book., Evening Star, Issue 7934, 15 June 1889, Supplement
Swinburne's New Book. Evening Star, Issue 7934, 15 June 1889, Supplement
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