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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 ?
He strode to Gauthier, in his throat
Gave him the lie, then struck his mouth
In blood men's verdict then. North, South,
This glads me most, that I enjoyed
The heart o' the joy, with my content
By any doubt of the event :
Did I not watch him while he let
His armourer just brace his greaves, Rivet his hauberk, on the fret
The while! His foot ... my memory leaves No least stamp out, nor how anon He pulled his ringing gauntlets on.
And e'en before the trumpet's sound
Was finished, prone lay the false knight, Prone as his lie, upon the ground:
Gismond flew at him, used no sleight O'the sword, but open-breasted drove, Cleaving till out the truth he clove.
- Which done, he dragged him to my feet
And said, “Here die, but end thy breath “ In full confession, lest thou fleet
“ From my first, to God's second death ! “Say, hast thou lied ?” And, “I have lied “ To God and her,” he said, and died.
-What safe my heart holds, though no word Could I repeat now, if I tasked
My powers for ever, to a third Dear even as you are. Pass the rest Until I sank upon his breast.
Against the world; and scarce I felt
A little shifted in its belt :
xx. So ʼmid the shouting multitude
We two walked forth to never more
Their life, untroubled as before
Our elder boy has got the clear
Great brow; tho' when his brother's black
And have you brought my tercel back ?
EURYDICE TO ORPHEUS.
A PICTURE BY FREDERICK LEIGHTON, R. A.
But give them me, the mouth, the eyes, the brow! Let them once more absorb me! One look now
Will lap me round for ever, not to pass Out of its light, though darkness lie beyond : Hold me but safe again within the bond
Of one immortal look! All woe that was, Forgotten, and all terror that may be, Defied,-no past is mine, no future : look at me!
(PETER RONSARD loquitur.)
“ HEIGHO,” yawned one day King Francis, “ Distance all value enhances ! “When a man 's busy, why, leisure “ Strikes him as wonderful pleasure : “ 'Faith, and at leisure once is he? “ Straightway he wants to be busy. “Here we 've got peace; and aghast I 'm “ Caught thinking war the true pastime. “ Is there a reason in metre? “ Give us your speech, master Peter !” I who, if mortal dare say so, Ne'er am at loss with my Naso, “ Sire," I replied, “joys prove cloudlets : “ Men are the merest Ixions”Here the King whistled aloud, “ Let's “... Heigho ... go look at our lions !" ".. Such are the sorrowful chances If you talk fine to King Francis.
And so, to the courtyard proceeding,
Lords, ladies, like clouds which bedizen