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Of peaceful radiance； silvering o'er the stream
Of human thought with unabiding glory；
Not quite a waking truth； not quite a dream；
A visitation； bright and transitory。
But she is changed； … hath felt the touch of sorrow；
No love hath she； no understanding friend；
O grief！ when Heaven is forced of earth to borrow
What the poor niggard earth has not to lend；
But when the stalk is snapped； the rose must bend。
The tallest flower that skyward rears its head
Grows from the common ground； and there must shed
Its delicate petals。 Cruel fate； too surely；
That they should find so base a bridal bed；
Who lived in virgin pride； so sweet and purely。
She had a brother； and a tender father；
And she was loved； but not as others are
From whom we ask return of love； … but rather
As one might love a dream； a phantom fair
Of something exquisitely strange and rare；
Which all were glad to look on； men and maids；
Yet no one claimed … as oft； in dewy glades；
The peering primrose； like a sudden gladness；
Gleams on the soul； yet unregarded fades； …
The joy is ours； but all its own the sadness。
'Tis vain to say … her worst of grief is only
The common lot； which all the world have known；
To her 'tis more； because her heart is lonely；
And yet she hath no strength to stand alone； …
Once she had playmates； fancies of her own；
And she did love them。 They are passed away
As Fairies vanish at the break of day；
And like a spectre of an age departed；
Or unsphered Angel wofully astray；
She glides along … the solitary…hearted。
Hartley Coleridge ＇1796…1849＇
OF THOSE WHO WALK ALONE
Women there are on earth； most sweet and high；
Who lose their own； and walk bereft and lonely；
Loving that one lost heart until they die；
Loving it only。
And so they never see beside them grow
Children； whose coming is like breath of flowers；
Consoled by subtler loves the angels know
Through childless hours。
Good deeds they do： they comfort and they bless
In duties others put off till the morrow；
Their look is balm； their touch is tenderness
To all in sorrow。
Betimes the world smiles at them； as 'twere shame；
This maiden guise； long after youth's departed；
But in God's Book they bear another name …
〃The faithful…hearted。〃
Faithful in life； and faithful unto death；
Such souls； in sooth； illume with lustre splendid
That glimpsed； glad land wherein； the Vision saith；
Earth's wrongs are ended。
Richard Burton ＇1861…
〃SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY〃
She walks in beauty； like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies；
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes：
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies。
One shade the more； one ray the less；
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress
Or softly lightens o'er her face；
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure； how dear their dwelling…place。
And on that cheek； and o'er that brow
So soft； so calm； yet eloquent；
The smiles that win； the tints that glow；
But tell of days in goodness spent；
A mind at peace with all below；
A heart whose love is innocent！
George Gordon Byron ＇1788…1824＇
PRELUDES
From 〃The Angel in the House〃
I
UNTHRIFT
Ah； wasteful woman； she that may
On her sweet self set her own price；
Knowing man cannot choose but pay；
How has she cheapened paradise；
How given for nought her priceless gift；
How spoiled the bread； and spilled the wine；
Which； spent with due； respective thrift；
Had made brutes men； and men divine。
II
HONOR AND DESERT
O Queen； awake to thy renown；
Require what 'tis our wealth to give；
And comprehend and wear the crown
Of thy despised prerogative！
I； who in manhood's name at length
With glad songs come to abdicate
The gross regality of strength；
Must yet in this thy praise abate；
That； through thine erring humbleness
And disregard of thy degree；
Mainly； has man been so much less
Than fits his fellowship with thee。
High thoughts had shaped the foolish brow；
The coward had grasped the hero's sword；
The vilest had been great； hadst thou；
Just to thyself； been worth's reward。
But lofty honors undersold
Seller and buyer both disgrace；
And favors that make folly bold
Banish the light from virtue's face。
III
THE ROSE OF THE WORLD
Lo； when the Lord made North and South；
And sun and moon ordained； He；
Forthbringing each by word of mouth
In order of its dignity
Did man from the crude clay express
By sequence； and all else decreed；
He formed the woman； nor might less
Than Sabbath such a work succeed。
And still with favor singled out；
Marred less than man by mortal fall；
Her disposition is devout；
Her countenance angelical：
The best things that the best believe
Are in her face so kindly writ
The faithless； seeing her； conceive
Not only heaven； but hope of it；
No idle thought her instinct shrouds；
But fancy chequers settled sense；
Like alteration of the clouds
On noonday's azure permanence。
Pure dignity； composure； ease；
Declare affections nobly fixed；
And impulse sprung from due degrees
Of sense and spirit sweetly mixed。
Her modesty； her chiefest grace；
The cestus clasping Venus' side；
How potent to deject the face
Of him who would affront its pride！
Wrong dares not in her presence speak；
Nor spotted thought its taint disclose
Under the protest of a cheek
Outbragging Nature's boast； the rose。
In mind and manners how discreet；
How artless in her very art；
How candid in discourse； how sweet
The concord of her lips and heart！
How simple and how circumspect；
How subtle and how fancy…free；
Though sacred to her love； how decked
With unexclusive courtesy；
How quick in talk to see from far
The way to vanquish or evade；
How able her persuasions are
To prove； her reasons to persuade。
How （not to call true instinct's bent
And woman's very nature； harm）；
How amiable and innocent
Her pleasure in her power to charm；
How humbly careful to attract；
Though crowned with all the soul desires；
Connubial aptitude exact；
Diversity that never tires！
IV
THE TRIBUTE
Boon Nature to the woman bows；
She walks in earth's whole glory clad；
And； chiefest far herself of shows；
All others help her and are glad：
No splendor 'neath the sky's proud dome
But serves her for familiar wear；
The far…fetched diamond finds its home
Flashing and smouldering in her hair；
For her the seas their pearls reveal；
Art and strange lands her pomp supply
With purple； chrome； and cochineal；
Ochre； and lapis lazuli；
The worm its golden woof presents；
Whatever runs； flies； dives； or delves；
All doff for her their ornaments；
Which suit her better than themselves；
And all； by this their power to give；
Proving her right to take； procla