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Review.
None passes if we do not . We will hear What tidings thou may ' st bring of good or ill . FISHERMAN . Oh , greed of gold ! thou teachest men too much . Their hoary heads would hear me , then retail My words , and reap reward that should be mine .
CHORUS . Out on thee , peasant born ; in deed and word True churl ; what motive have we foi reward ?
Our work , to serve—our wages , a kind Avord , A smile , a thankful trust—and not base gold . FISHERMAN . The high may scorn it , but the poor must seek it .
CHORUS . Perchance ; but think not all must think the same . FISHERMAN . All seek some wage , though it may not be gold . CHORUS .
Peace to thy prating , —we will hear thy tale . Should there be truth—not all a braggart ' s talk—We then will say , Pass on . He will not stint
His gift for aught of hope about his son . FISHERMAN . Pledged ? Are ye pledged by Zeus and his strong oath ? Bound are ye by the vow that none may break ?
Then , friends , I trust you . Cast your eyes below : See there in a creek of the bay , drawn up to land , A light-sail'd craft—my hope , my home , my world .
In that , with two to aid to trim the sails , Or range the nets , or let the anchor go , For years the seas I ' ve skimm'd , and know each isle , Fair , rich , bleak , rocky , over all the sea . Last week we plied by Naxos . We had fill'd Full oft our boat , and changed our stock for brass ,
Or barter'd it for things we need at home . Then Ave would sail . But the gods sent a calm . Windless , our craft lay useless . Overhead , The noonday sun drew off the silent waves
A filmy haze , that wrapp'd the bush crown'd cliff , 'Neath Avhich out flash'd a myriad motes of sand , And whitest of all sights saveneAvborn snoiv , The tide sent up its spray-flakes , lingering For the fresh strength to take them back again . "
And so on . The reader must procure the poemfor himself if he Avould once more enjoy the Avhole iEgean story as told in a UBAV form by a young English poet of great promise . I had marked several more passages for quotation , but pass them by
for want of space , hoping the reader who cares for the specimens already given , will buy the book , in which he will find much to please him , and nothing to offend the most fastidious . From the shorter poems we must content
ourselves Avith two extracts . The first is"DUST TO DUST . Past the toil , so hard to bear , Pain and hunger , Avant and care ; Past the fever and the strife Of the pauper ' s struggling life ;
Plain deal coffin , contract bought , Common shroud , for paupers wrought , And the narrow unmark'd mound In the common burial-ground . Poor in life , but not in death—Poor in wealthbut rich in faith ;
, Shrunk the form those deal boards cover , Rank the weeds , thick waving over ; But for him the gold heaps blaze In a Avorld beyond our gaze ; I here , and not below the sod , Lives the poor man , rich to God !
'Dust to Dust '—0 formal prayer ! ' Earth to earth '—so lay him there ! Leave him with no tear-drop shed , Softly o ' er the nameless head : Leave him—angel tears shall flow , Joy for sad life snatch'd from woe : Lead him—vilest dust shall vie
AVith heaA'en ' s immortality ! " They Avho have read that valuable work , Ihe Schoolmaster of Roger Ascham , and
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Review.
None passes if we do not . We will hear What tidings thou may ' st bring of good or ill . FISHERMAN . Oh , greed of gold ! thou teachest men too much . Their hoary heads would hear me , then retail My words , and reap reward that should be mine .
CHORUS . Out on thee , peasant born ; in deed and word True churl ; what motive have we foi reward ?
Our work , to serve—our wages , a kind Avord , A smile , a thankful trust—and not base gold . FISHERMAN . The high may scorn it , but the poor must seek it .
CHORUS . Perchance ; but think not all must think the same . FISHERMAN . All seek some wage , though it may not be gold . CHORUS .
Peace to thy prating , —we will hear thy tale . Should there be truth—not all a braggart ' s talk—We then will say , Pass on . He will not stint
His gift for aught of hope about his son . FISHERMAN . Pledged ? Are ye pledged by Zeus and his strong oath ? Bound are ye by the vow that none may break ?
Then , friends , I trust you . Cast your eyes below : See there in a creek of the bay , drawn up to land , A light-sail'd craft—my hope , my home , my world .
In that , with two to aid to trim the sails , Or range the nets , or let the anchor go , For years the seas I ' ve skimm'd , and know each isle , Fair , rich , bleak , rocky , over all the sea . Last week we plied by Naxos . We had fill'd Full oft our boat , and changed our stock for brass ,
Or barter'd it for things we need at home . Then Ave would sail . But the gods sent a calm . Windless , our craft lay useless . Overhead , The noonday sun drew off the silent waves
A filmy haze , that wrapp'd the bush crown'd cliff , 'Neath Avhich out flash'd a myriad motes of sand , And whitest of all sights saveneAvborn snoiv , The tide sent up its spray-flakes , lingering For the fresh strength to take them back again . "
And so on . The reader must procure the poemfor himself if he Avould once more enjoy the Avhole iEgean story as told in a UBAV form by a young English poet of great promise . I had marked several more passages for quotation , but pass them by
for want of space , hoping the reader who cares for the specimens already given , will buy the book , in which he will find much to please him , and nothing to offend the most fastidious . From the shorter poems we must content
ourselves Avith two extracts . The first is"DUST TO DUST . Past the toil , so hard to bear , Pain and hunger , Avant and care ; Past the fever and the strife Of the pauper ' s struggling life ;
Plain deal coffin , contract bought , Common shroud , for paupers wrought , And the narrow unmark'd mound In the common burial-ground . Poor in life , but not in death—Poor in wealthbut rich in faith ;
, Shrunk the form those deal boards cover , Rank the weeds , thick waving over ; But for him the gold heaps blaze In a Avorld beyond our gaze ; I here , and not below the sod , Lives the poor man , rich to God !
'Dust to Dust '—0 formal prayer ! ' Earth to earth '—so lay him there ! Leave him with no tear-drop shed , Softly o ' er the nameless head : Leave him—angel tears shall flow , Joy for sad life snatch'd from woe : Lead him—vilest dust shall vie
AVith heaA'en ' s immortality ! " They Avho have read that valuable work , Ihe Schoolmaster of Roger Ascham , and