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When this shower of arrows
was over, I fell a-groaning with grief and pain; and then striving
again to get loose, they discharged another volley larger than
the first, and some of them attempted with spears to stick me in
the sides; but by good luck I had on me a buff jerkin, which
they could not pierce.
I thought it the most prudent method to lie still; and my
design was to continue so till night, when, my left hand being
already loose, I could easily free myself; and as for the inhabit-
ants, I had reason to believe I might be a match for the greatest
army they could bring against me, if they were all of the same
size with him that I saw. But fortune disposed otherwise of
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me. When the people observed I was quiet, they discharged no
more arrows; but by the noise I heard I knew their numbers
increased: and about four yards from me, over against my right
ear, I heard a knocking for above an hour, like that of people at
work, when, turning my head that way as well as the pegs and
strings would permit me, I saw a stage erected about a foot and
a half from the ground, capable of holding four of the inhabit-
ants, with two or three ladders to mount it; from whence one of
them, who seemed to be a person of quality, made me a long
speech, whereof I understood not one syllable. But I should
have mentioned that before the principal person began his ora-
tion, he cried out three times, « Langro dehul san” (these words
"
and the former were afterwards repeated and explained to me);
whereupon, immediately, about fifty of the inhabitants came and
cut the strings that fastened the left side of my head, which
gave me the liberty of turning it to the right, and of observing
the person and gesture of him that was to speak. He appeared to
be of a middle age, and taller than any of the other three who
attended him: whereof one was a page, that held up his train, and
seemed to be somewhat longer than my middle finger; the other
two stood one on each side to support him.
He acted every
part of an orator, and I could observe many periods of threaten-
ings, and others of promises, pity, and kindness. I answered in
a few words, but in the most submissive manner, lifting up
my left hand and both my eyes to the sun, as calling him for
a witness; and being almost famished with hunger, having not
eaten a morsel for some hours before I left the ship, I found
the demands of nature so strong upon me that I could not for-
bear showing my impatience (perhaps against the strict rules of
decency), by putting my finger frequently to my mouth, to sig.
nify that I wanted food.
The hurgo (for so they call a great lord, as I afterwards
learned) understood me very well. He descended from the stage,
and commanded that several ladders should be applied to my
sides; on which above a hundred of the inhabitants mounted,
and walked towards my mouth, laden with baskets full of meat,
which had been provided and sent thither by the king's orders,
upon the first intelligence he received of me. I observed there
was the flesh of several animals, but could not distinguish them
by the taste. There were shoulders, legs, and loins, shaped like
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wings of a lark. I eat them by two or three at a mouthful, and
took three loaves at a time, about the bigness of musket-bullets.
They supplied me as fast as they could, showing a thousand
marks of wonder and astonishment at my bulk and appetite. I
then made another sign, that I wanted drink. They found by
my eating that a small quantity would not suffice me: and being
a most ingenious people, they slung up, with great dexterity, one
of their largest hogsheads; then rolled it towards my hand, and
beat out the top: I drank it off at a draught, - which I might
well do, for it did not hold half a pint, and tasted like a small
wine of Burgundy, but much more delicious. They brought me
a second hogshead, which I drank in the same manner, and made
signs for more; but they had none to give me. When I had per-
formed these wonders they shouted for joy, and danced upon
my breast, repeating several times, as they did at first, “Hekinah
degul. ” They made me a sign that I should throw down the two
hogsheads; but first warning the people below to stand out of
the way, crying aloud, “Borach mevolah”: and when they saw
the vessels in the air, there was a universal shout of “Hekinah
degul! ”
I confess I was often tempted, while they were passing back-
wards and forwards on my body, to seize forty or fifty of the
first that came in my reach, and dash them against the ground.
But the remembrance of what I had felt, which probably might
not be the worst they could do, and the promise of honor I
made them,- for so I interpreted my submissive behavior,— soon
drove out these imagination Besides, I now considered myself
as bound by the laws of hospitality to a people who had treated
me with so much expense and magnificence. However, in my
thoughts I could not sufficiently wonder at the intrepidity of
these diminutive mortals, who durst venture to mount and walk
upon my body, while one of my hands was at liberty, without
trembling at the very sight of so prodigious a creature as I must
appear to them. After some time, when they observed that I
made no more demands for meat, there appeared before me
person of high rank from his Imperial Majesty. His Excellency,
having mounted on the small of my right leg, advanced forwards
up to my face, with about a dozen of his retinue: and producing
his credentials under the signet-royal, which he applied close to
my eyes, spoke about ten minutes, without any signs of anger
but with a kind of determined resolution, often pointing forwards;
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I lay.
which as I afterwards found was towards the capital city, about
half a mile distant, whither it was agreed by his Majesty in
a
council that I must be conveyed.
These people are most excellent mathematicians, and arrived
to a great perfection in mechanics, by the countenance and en-
couragement of the emperor, who is a renowned patron of learn-
ing. This prince has several machines fixed on wheels, for the
carriage of trees and other great weights. He often builds his
largest men-of-war, whereof some are nine feet long, in the
woods where the timber grows, and has nem carried on these
engines three or four hundred yards to the sea. Five hundred
carpenters and engineers were immediately set at work to pre-
pare the greatest engine they had. It was a frame of wood
raised three inches from the ground, - about seven feet long, and
four wide,- moving upon twenty-two wheels. The shout I heard
was upon the arrival of this engine; which, it seems, set out in
four hours after my landing. It was brought parallel to me as
But the principal difficulty was to raise and place me in
this vehicle. Eighty poles, each of one foot high, were erected
for this purpose, and very strong cords, of the bigness of pack-
thread, were fastened by hooks to many bandages which the
workmen had girt round my neck, my hands, my body, and
my legs. Nine hundred of the strongest men were employed
to draw up these cords, by many pulleys fastened on the poles;
and thus, in less than three hours, I was raised and slung into
the engine, and there tied fast. . All this I was told; for while
the whole operation was performing, I lay in a profound sleep,
by the force of that soporiferous medicine infused into my liquor.
Fifteen hundred of the emperor's largest horses, each about four
inches and a half high, were employed to draw me toward the
metropolis, which as I said was half a mile distant.
About four hours after we began our journey, I awaked by a
very ridiculous accident; for the carriage being stopped awhile,
to adjust something that was out of order, two or three of the
young natives had the curiosity to see how I looked when I was
asleep: they climbed up into the engine, and advancing very
softly to my face, one of them- an officer in the guards - put
the sharp end of his half-pike a good way up into my left nos-
tril, which tickled my nose like a straw, and made me
violently; whereupon they stole off unperceived, and it was three
weeks before I knew the cause of my waking so suddenly. We
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made a long march the remaining part of the day, and rested at
night with five hundred guards on each side of me, half with
torches and half with bows and arrows, ready to shoot me if I
should offer to stir. The next morning at sunrise we continued
our march, and arrived within two hundred yards of the city
gates about noon. The emperor, and all his court, came out to
meet us; but his great officers would by no means suffer his
Majesty to endanger his person by mounting on my body.
At the place where the carriage stopped there stood an
ancient temple, esteemed to be the largest in the whole king-
dom: which, having been polluted some years before by an
unnatural murder, was, according to the zeal of those people,
looked upon as profane; and therefore had been applied to com-
mon use, and all the ornaments and furniture carried away. In
this edifice it was determined I should lodge. The great gate
fronting to the north was about four feet high, and almost
two feet wide, through which I could easily creep. On each side
of the gate was a small window, not above six inches from the
ground: into that on the left side the king's smith conveyed
fourscore and eleven chains, like those that hang to a lady's
watch in Europe, and almost as large, which were locked to my
left leg with six-and-thirty padlocks. Over against this temple,
on the other side of the great highway, at twenty feet distance,
there was a turret at least five feet high.
Here the emperor
ascended, with many principal lords of his court, to have an
opportunity of viewing me,- as I was told, for I could not see
I
them. It was reckoned that above a hundred thousand inhabit-
ants came out of the town upon the same errand; and in spite
of my guards, I believe there could not be fewer than ten thou-
sand at several times who mounted my body by the help of lad-
ders. But a proclamation was soon issued to forbid it upon pain
of death. When the workmen found that it was impossible
for me to break loose, they cut all the strings that bound me;
whereupon I rose up with as melancholy a disposition as ever I
had in my life. But the noise and astonishment of the people
at seeing me rise and walk are not be expressed. The chains
that held my left leg were about two yards long; and gave me
not only the liberty of walking backwards and forwards in a
semicircle, but being fixed within four inches of the gate, allowed
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GULLIVER AMONG THE GIANTS
From (Gulliver's Travels)
M
[Gulliver, an English captain, having been shipwrecked in Brobdingnag, a
country of giants, is found by a farmer who gives him for a plaything to his
little daughter Glumdalclitch, nine years old and forty feet tall. ]
Y MISTRESS had a daughter of nine years old, a child of
towardly parts for her age, very dexterous at her needle,
and skillful in dressing her baby. Her mother and she
contrived to fit up the baby's cradle for me against night; the
cradle was put into a small drawer of a cabinet, and the drawer
placed upon a hanging shelf for fear of the rats.
This was my
bed all the time I stayed with those people; though made more
convenient by degrees, as I began to learn their language and
make my wants known. This young girl was so handy, that
after I had once or twice pulled off my clothes before her, she
was able to dress and undress me; though I never gave her
that trouble when she would let me do either myself. She made
me seven shirts, and some other linen, of as fine cloth as could
be got, which indeed was coarser than sackcloth; and these she
constantly washed for me with her own hands. She was likewise
my schoolmistress, to teach me the language: when I pointed to
anything, she told me the name of it in her own tongue; so that
in a few days I was able to call for whatever I had a mind to.
She was very good-natured, and not above forty feet high, being
little for her age. She gave me the name of Grildrig, which the
family took up, and afterwards the whole kingdom. The word
imports what the Latins call nanunculus, the Italians homuncele-
tino, and the English mannikin. To her I chiefly owe my pres-
ervation in that country; we never parted while I was there: I
called her my Glumdalclitch, or little nurse; and should be guilty
of great ingratitude if I omitted this honorable mention of her
care and affection towards me, which I heartily wish it lay in my
power to requite as she deserves, instead of being the innocent
but unhappy instrument of her disgrace, as I have too much rea-
son to fear.
It now began to be known and talked of in the neighborhood
that my master had found a strange animal in the field, about
the bigness of a splacnuck, but exactly shaped in every part like
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seemed to speak in a little language of its own, had already
learned several words of theirs, went erect upon two legs, was
tame and gentle, would come when it was called, do whatever
it was bid, had the finest limbs in the world, and a complexion
fairer than a nobleman's daughter of three years old. Another
farmer who lived hard by, and was a particular friend of my
master, came on a visit on purpose to inquire into the truth of
this story. I was immediately produced and placed upon a table,
where I walked as I was commanded, drew my hanger, put it
up again, made my reverence to my master's guest, asked him in
his own language how he did, and told him he was welcome,-
just as my little nurse had instructed me. This man, who was
old and dim-sighted, put on his spectacles to behold me better;
at which I could not forbear laughing very heartily, for his eyes
appeared like the full moon shining into a chamber at two win-
dows. Our people, who discovered the cause of my mirth, bore
me company in laughing; at which the old fellow was fool enough
to be angry and out of countenance. He had the character of
a great miser; and to my misfortune, he well deserved it, by the
cursed advice he gave my master to show me as a sight upon
a market-day in the next town, which was half an hour's riding,
about two-and-twenty miles from our house. I guessed there was
some mischief contriving when I observed my master and his
friend whispering long together, sometimes pointing at me; and
my fears made me fancy that I overheard and understood some
of their words. But the next morning Glumdalclitch, my little
nurse, told me the whole matter, which she had cunningly picked
out from her mother. The poor girl laid me on her bosom, and
fell a-weeping with shame and grief. She apprehended some
mischief would happen to me from rude vulgar folks, who might
squeeze me to death, or break one of my limbs by taking me
in their hands. She had also observed how modest I was in my
nature, how nicely I regarded my honor, and what an indignity
I should conceive it to be exposed for money as a public spectacle
to the meanest of the people. She said her papa
and mamma
had promised that Grildrig should be hers; but now she found
they meant to serve her as they did last year, when they pre-
tended to give her a lamb, and yet, as soon as it was fat, sold it
to a butcher. For my own part, I may truly affirm that I was
less concerned than my nurse. I had a strong hope, which never
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as
ignominy of being carried about for a monster, I considered
myself to be a perfect stranger in the country, and that such a
misfortune could never be charged upon me a reproach if
ever I should return to England, since the King of Great Britain
himself, in my condition, must have undergone the same distress.
My master, pursuant to the advice of his friend, carried me
in a box the next market-day to the neighboring town, and took
along with him his little daughter, my nurse, upon a pillion be-
hind him. The box was close on every side, with a little door
for me to go in and out, and a few gimlet-holes to let in air.
The girl had been so careful as to put the quilt of her baby's
bed into it for me to lie down on. However, I was terribly
shaken and discomposed in this journey, though it were but of
half an hour; for the horse went about forty feet at every step,
and trotted so high that the agitation was equal to the rising
and falling of a ship in a great storm, but much more frequent.
Our journey was somewhat farther than from London to St.
Alban's. My master alighted at an inn which he used to fre-
quent; and after consulting a while with the innkeeper, and
making some necessary preparations, he hired the “grultrud," or
crier, to give notice through the town of a strange creature to
be seen at the sign of the Green Eagle, not so big as a splac-
nuck (an animal in that country very finely shaped, about six
feet long), and in every part of the body resembling a human
creature,- could speak several words, and perform a hundred
diverting tricks.
I was placed upon a table in the largest room of the inn,
which might be near three hundred feet square. My little nurse
stood on a low stool close to the table, to take care of me and
direct what I should do. My master, to avoid a crowd, would
suffer only thirty people at a time to see me. I walked about
on the table as the girl commanded; she asked me questions as
far as she knew my understanding of the language reached, and
I answered them as loud as I could. I turned about several
times to the company, paid my humble respects, said “they were
welcome,” and used some other speeches I had been taught. I
took up a thimble filled with liquor, which Glumdalclitch had
given me for a cup, and drank their health. I drew out my
hanger, and flourished with it after the manner of fencers in
England. My nurse gave me a part of a straw, which I exer-
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day shown to twelve sets of company, and as often forced to act
over again the same fopperies, till I was half dead with weari-
ness and vexation; for those who had seen me made such won-
derful reports that the people were ready to break down the
doors to come in. My master, for his own interest, would not
suffer any one to touch me except my nurse; and to prevent dan-
ger, benches were set round the table at such a distance as to
put me out of everybody's reach. However, an unlucky school-
boy aimed a hazel-nut directly at my head, which very narrowly
missed me; otherwise it came with so much violence that it
would have infallibly knocked out my brains, for it was almost
as large as a small pumpion: but I had the satisfaction to see
the young rogue well beaten and turned out of the room.
My master gave public notice that he would show me again
the next market-day; and in the mean time he prepared a more
convenient vehicle for me: which he had reason enough to do;
for I was so tired with my first journey, and with entertaining
company for eight hours together, that I could hardly stand upon
my legs or speak a word. It was at least three days before I
recovered my strength; and that I might have no rest at home,
all the neighboring gentlemen, from a hundred miles round, hear.
ing of my fame, came to see me at my master's own house.
There could be no fewer than thirty persons, with their wives
and children (for the country is very populous); and my master
demanded the rate of a full room whenever he showed me at
home, although it were only to a single family: so that for some
time I had but little ease every day of the week (except Wednesday,
which is their Sabbath), although I were not carried to the town.
My master, finding how profitable I was likely to be resolved
to carry me to the most considerable cities of the kingdom.
Having therefore provided himself with all things necessary for
a long journey, and settled his affairs at home, he took leave of
his wife; and upon the 17th of August, 1703, about two months
after my arrival, we set out for the metropolis, situate near the
middle of that empire, and about three thousand miles distance
from our house. My master made his daughter Glumdalclitch
ride behind him. She carried me on her lap, in a box tied about
her waist. The girl had lined it on all sides with the softest
cloth she could get, well quilted underneath; furnished it with
her baby's bed, provided me with linen and other necessaries,
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other company but a boy of the house, who rode after us with
the luggage.
My master's design was to show me in all the towns by the
way; and to step out of the road, for fifty or a hundred miles,
to any village or person of quality's house where he might
expect custom. We made easy journeys, of not above seven or
eight score miles a day; for Glumdalclitch, on purpose to spare
me, complained she was tired with the trotting of the horse.
She often took me out of my box, at my own desire, to give
me air and show me the country; but always held me fast by a
leading-string. We passed over five or six rivers, many degrees
broader and deeper than the Nile or the Ganges; and there was
hardly a rivulet so small as the Thames at London Bridge. We
were ten weeks in our journey, and I was shown in eighteen
large towns, besides many villages and private families.
On the 26th day of October we arrived at the metropolis,
called in their language Lorbrulgrud, or Pride of the Universe.
My master took a lodging in the principal street of the city, not
far from the royal palace, and put out bills in the usual form,
containing an exact description of my person and parts. He
hired a large room between three and four hundred feet wide.
He provided a table sixty feet in diameter, upon which I was to
act my part; and palisadoed it round three feet from the edge,
and as many high, to prevent my falling over. I was shown
ten times a day, to the wonder and satisfaction of all people. I
could now speak the language tolerably well, and perfectly un-
derstood every word that was spoken to me. Besides I had
learnt their alphabet, and could make a shift to explain a sen-
tence here and there; for Glumdalclitch had been my instructor
while we were at home, and at leisure hours during our journey.
She carried a little book in her pocket not much larger than a
Sanson's Atlas; it was a common treatise for the use of young
girls, giving a short account of their religion: out of this she
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THE HOUYHNHNMS
From (Gulliver's Travels)
[The author having been set ashore by a mutinous crew in an unknown
land, falls in with a nondescript animal called the Yahoo, is at length taken
possession of by the Houyhnhnms (horses) and conducted to their home.
The horses mistake him for another sort of Yahoo, and attempt to civilize
him. )
M
ren,
Y PRINCIPAL endeavor was to learn the language: which my
master (for so I shall henceforth call him) and his child-
and every servant of his house, were desirous to
teach me; for they looked upon it as a prodigy that a brute
animal should discover such marks of a rational creature. I
pointed to everything and inquired the name of it, which I wrote
down in my journal-book when I was alone; and corrected my
bad accent by desiring those of the family to pronounce it often.
In this employment a sorrel nag, one of the under-servants, was
very ready to assist me.
In speaking they pronounce through the nose and throat; and
their language approaches nearest to the High Dutch or German
of any I know in Europe, but is much more graceful and signifi-
cant. The Emperor Charles V. made almost the same observa-
tion when he said that “If he were to speak to his horse, it
should be in High Dutch. ”
The curiosity and impatience of my master were so great,
that he spent many hours of his leisure to instruct me.
He was
convinced (as he afterwards told me) that I must be a Yahoo :
but my teachableness, civility, and cleanliness astonished him;
which were qualities altogether opposite to those animals. He
was most perplexed about my clothes: reasoning sometimes with
himself whether they were a part of my body; for I never pulled
them off till the family were asleep, and got them on before
they waked in the morning. My master was eager to learn
“whence I came; how I acquired those appearances of reason
which I discovered in all my actions, and to know my story from
my own mouth; which he hoped he should soon do, by the great
proficiency I made in learning and pronouncing their words and
sentences. ” To help my memory, I formed all I learned into
the English alphabet, and writ the words down, with the transla-
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presence. It cost me much trouble to explain to him what I was
doing, for the inhabitants have not the least idea of books or
literature.
In about ten weeks' time I was able to understand most of
his questions, and in three months could give him some tolerable
answers. He was extremely curious to know “from what part of
the country I came, and how I was taught to imitate a rational
creature; because the Yahoos (whom he saw I exactly resembled
in my head, hands, and face, that were only visible), with some
appearance of cunning, and the strongest disposition to mischief,
were observed to be the most unteachable of all brutes. " I
answered that “I came over the sea from a far place, with
many others of my own kind, in a great hollow vessel, made of
the bodies of trees; that my companions forced me to land on
this coast, and then left me to shift for myself. ” It was with
some difficulty, and by the help of many signs, that I brought
him to understand me. He replied that “I must needs be mis-
taken, or that I said the thing which was not: ” for they have no
word in their language to express lying or falsehood. He knew
it was impossible that there could be a country beyond the sea,
or that a parcel of brutes could move a wooden vessel whither
they pleased upon water.
He was
no Houyhnhnm alive
could make such a vessel, nor would trust Yahoos to manage it.
The word Houyhnhnm, in their tongue, signifies “a horse”;
and in its etymology, “the perfection of nature. ” I told my mas-
ter that "I was at a loss for expression, but would improve as
fast as I could, and hoped in a short time I should be able to
tell him wonders. ” He was pleased to direct his own mare, his
colt and foal, and the servants of the family, to take all opportu-
nities of instructing me; and every day, for two or three hours,
he was at the same pains himself. Several horses and mares of
quality in the neighborhood came often to our house, upon the
report spread of "a wonderful Yahoo, that could speak like a
Houyhnhnm, and seemed, in his words and actions, to discover
some glimmerings of reason. ” These delighted to converse with
me; they put many questions, and received such answers as I
was able to return. By all these advantages I made so great a
progress, that in five months from my arrival I understood what-
ever was spoken, and could express myself tolerably well.
The Houyhnhnms, who came to visit my master out of a de-
sign of seeing and talking with me, could hardly believe me to
sure
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This I pres-
-
be a right Yahoo, because my body had a different covering from
others of my kind. They were astonished to observe me without
the usual hair or skin, except on my head, face, and hands; but I
discovered that secret to my master, upon an accident which hap-
pened about a fortnight before.
I have already told the reader that every night, when the
family were gone to bed, it was my custom to strip, and cover
myself with my clothes. It happened, one morning early, that
my master sent for me by the sorrel nag, who was his valet.
When he came I was fast asleep, my clothes fallen off on one
side, and my shirt above my waist. I awakened at the noise he
made, and observed him to deliver his message in some disorder;
after which he went to my master, and in a great fright gave
him a very confused account of what he had seen.
ently discovered; for, going as soon as I was dressed to pay my
attendance upon his Honor, he asked me the meaning of what
“
his servant had reported,- that I was not the same thing when I
slept as I appeared to be at other times; that his valet assured
him some part of me was white, some yellow,- at least not so
white, - and some brown. ”
I had hitherto concealed the secret of my dress, in order to
distinguish myself as much as possible from that cursed race of
Yahoos; but now I found it in vain to do so any longer. Besides,
I considered that my clothes and shoes would soon wear out,
which already were in a declining condition, and must be sup-
plied by some contrivance, -- from the hides of Yahoos, or other
brutes, - whereby the whole secret would be known. I there.
fore told my master that in the country whence I came, those
of my kind always covered their bodies with the hairs of cer-
tain animals prepared by art, as well for decency as to avoid the
inclemencies of air, both hot and cold: of which, as to my own
person, I would give him immediate conviction, if he pleased to
commend me; only desiring his excuse if I did not expose those
parts that nature taught us to conceal. ” He said, “My discourse
was all very strange, but especially the last part: for he could
not understand why nature should teach to conceal what
nature had given; that neither himself nor family were ashamed
of any part of their bodies: but however I might do as I pleased. ”
Whereupon I first unbuttoned my coat, and pulled it off; I did
the same with my waistcoat; I drew off my shoes, stockings, and
breeches; I let my shirt down to my waist, and drew up the
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bottom, fastening it like a girdle about my middle, to hide my
nakedness.
My master observed the whole performance with great signs
of curiosity and admiration. He took up all my clothes in his
pastern, one piece after another, and examined them diligently;
he then stroked my body very gently, and looked round me
several times: after which he said it was plain I must be a per-
fect Yahoo, but that I differed very much from the rest of my
species in the softness, whiteness, and smoothness of my skin;
my want of hair in several parts of my body; the shape and
shortness of my claws behind and before; and my affectation of
walking continually on my two hinder feet. He desired to see
no more, and gave me leave to put on my clothes again, for I
was shuddering with cold.
I expressed my uneasiness at his giving me so often the
appellation of Yahoo,— an odious animal, for which I had so
utter a hatred and contempt; I begged he would forbear apply-
ing that word to me, and make the same order in his family,
and among his friends whom he suffered to see me. I requested
likewise, that “the secret of my having a false covering to my
body might be known to none but himself, at least as long as
my present clothing should last; for as to what the sorrel nag,
his valet, had observed, his Honor might command him to con-
ceal it. "
All this my master very graciously consented to; and thus
the secret was kept till my clothes began to wear out, which I
was forced to supply by several contrivances that shall hereafter
be mentioned. In the mean time he desired “I would go on
with my utmost diligence to learn their language, because he was
more astonished at my capacity for speech and reason than at
the figure of my body, whether it were covered or not”; adding
that he waited with some impatience to hear the wonders
which I promised to tell him. ”
Thenceforward he doubled the pains he had been at to in-
struct me: he brought me into all company, and made them
treat me with civility; "because,” as he told them privately,
“this would put me into good humor, and make me
diverting. ”
Every day, when I waited on him, besides the trouble he was
at in teaching, he would ask me several questions concerning
myself, which I answered as well as I could; and by these means
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he had already received some general ideas, though very imper-
fect. It would be tedious to relate the several steps by which I
advanced to a more regular conversation; but the first account
I gave of myself in any order and length was to this purpose: -
That "I came from a very far country, as I already had
attempted to tell him, with about fifty more of my own species;
that we traveled upon the seas in a great hollow vessel made of
wood, and larger than his Honor's house. " I described the ship
to him in the best terms I could, and explained by the help of
my handkerchief displayed, how it was driven forward by the
wind. “That upon a quarrel among us, I was set on shore on
this coast, where I walked forward, without knowing whither, till
he delivered me from the persecution of those execrable Yahoos. ”
He asked me, "Who made the ship, and how it was possible that
the Houyhnhnms of my country would leave it to the manage-
ment of brutes ? My answer was, that “I durst proceed no
further in my relation unless he would give me his word and
honor that he would not be offended, and then I would tell him
the wonders I had so often promised. ” He agreed; and I went
on by assuring him that the ship was made by creatures like
myself, who in all the countries I had traveled, as well as in my
own, were the only governing rational animals: and that upon
my arrival hither, I was as much astonished to see the Houyhn-
hnms act like rational beings as he or his friends could be in
finding some marks of reason in a creature he was pleased to
call a Yahoo; to which I owned my resemblance in every part,
but could not account for their degenerate and brutal nature.
I said further that “If good fortune ever restored me to my
native country, to relate my travels hither, as I resolved to do,
everybody would believe that I said the thing that was not-
that I invented the story out of my own head; and (with all pos-
sible respect to himself, his family, and friends, and under his
promise of not being offended), our countrymen would hardly
think it probable that a Houyhnhnm should be the presiding
creature of a nation, and a Yahoo the brute. ”
My master heard me with great appearances of uneasiness in
his countenance; because doubting, or not believing, are so little
known in this country, that the inhabitants cannot tell how to
behave themselves under such circumstances. And I remember,
in frequent discourses with my master concerning the nature of
manhood in other parts of the world, having occasion to talk of
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lying and false representation, it was with much difficulty that
he comprehended what I meant, although he had otherwise a
most acute judgment; for he argued thus: “That the use of
speech was to make us understand one another, and to receive
information of facts; now, if any one said the thing which was
not, these ends were defeated, because I cannot properly be said
to understand him: and I am so far from receiving information
that he leaves me worse than in ignorance; for I am led to
believe a thing black when it is white, and short when it is long. ”
And these were all the notions he had concerning that faculty of
lying, so perfectly well understood and so universally practiced
among human creatures.
To return from this digression. When I asserted that the
Yahoos were the only governing animals in my country, which
my master said was altogether past his conception, he desired to
know whether we “had Houyhnhnms among us, and what was
their employment ? » I told him, “We had great numbers; that
in summer they grazed in the fields, and in winter were kept in
houses with hay and oats, where Yahoo servants were employed
to rub their skins smooth, comb their manes, pick their feet, serve
them with food, and make their beds. ” “I understand you well,”
said my master: "it is now very plain, from all you have spoken,
that whatever share of reason the Yahoos pretend to, the Houyhn-
hnms are your masters. I heartily wish our Yahoos would be
so tractable. ” I begged his Honor “would please to excuse me
from proceeding any further, because I was very certain that the
account he expected from me would be highly displeasing.
” But
he insisted in commanding me to let him know the best and
the worst. I told him he should be obeyed. ” I owned that
“the Houyhnhnms among us, whom we called horses, were the
most generous and comely animal we had: that they excelled
in strength and swiftness, and when they belonged to persons of
quality, were employed in traveling, racing, or drawing chariots;
they were treated with much kindness and care, till they fell
into diseases, or became foundered in the feet: but then they
were sold, and used to all kinds of drudgery till they died: after
which their skins were stripped, and sold for what they were
worth, and their bodies left to be devoured by dogs and birds of
prey. But the common race of horses had not so good fortune;
being kept by farmers and carriers, and other mean people, who
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well as I could our way of riding; the shape and use of a bridle,
a saddle, a spur, and a whip; of harness and wheels. I added
that we fastened plates of a certain hard substance called iron
at the bottom of their feet, to preserve their hoofs from being
broken by the stony ways on which we often traveled.
My master, after some expressions of great indignation, won-
dered “how we dared to venture upon a Houyhnhnm's back; for
he was sure that the weakest servant in his house would be able
to shake off the strongest Yahoo, or by lying down and rolling
on his back, squeeze the brute to death. ” I answered that «Our
horses were trained up, from three or four years old, to the
several uses we intended them for: that if any of them proved
intolerably vicious, they were employed for carriages; that they
were severely beaten, while they were young, for any mischievous
tricks; that the males designed for the common use of riding
or draught were generally castrated about two years after their
birth, to take down their spirits, and make them more tame and
gentle: that they were indeed sensible of rewards and punish-
ments; but his Honor would please to consider that they had
not the least tincture of reason, any more than the Yahoos in
this country. ”
It put me to the pains of many circumlocutions to give my
master a right idea of what I spoke; for their language does not
abound in variety of words, because their wants and passions are
fewer than among us. But it is impossible to express his noble
resentment at our savage tre ment of the Houyhnhnm race;
particularly after I had explained the manner and use of cas-
trating horses among us to hinder them from propagating their
kind, and to render them more servile. He said, “If it were
possible there could be any country where Yahoos alone were
endued with reason, they certainly must be the governing animal;
because reason in time will always prevail against brutal strength.
But considering the frame of our bodies, and especially of mine,
he thought no creature of equal bulk was so ill contrived for
employing that reason in the common offices of life;” whereupon
he desired to know whether “those among whom I lived resem.
bled me or the Yahoos of his country. ” I assured him that “I
was as well shaped as most of my age; but the younger, and the
females, were much more soft and tender, and the skins of the
latter generally as white as milk. ” He said, “I differed indeed
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so deformed; but in point of real advantage, he thought I differed
for the worse. That my nails were of no use either to my fore
or hinder feet: as to my fore-feet, he could not properly call
them by that name, for he never observed me to walk upon
them, – that they were too soft to bear the ground; that I gener-
ally went with them uncovered; neither was the covering I some-
times wore on them of the same shape or so strong as that on
my feet behind. That I could not walk with any security, for
if either of my hinder feet slipped, I must inevitably fall. ” He
then began to find fault with other parts of my body:— «The
fatness of my face, the prominence of my nose, mine eyes
placed directly in front, so that I could not look on either side
without turning my head; that I was not able to feed myself
without lifting one of my fore-feet to my mouth, and therefore
nature had placed those joints to answer that necessity. He
knew not what could be the use of those several clefts and divis-
ions in my feet behind, - that these were too soft to bear the
hardness and sharpness of stones, without a covering made from
the skin of some other brute; that my whole body wanted a
fence against heat and cold, which I was forced to put on and
off every day with tediousness and trouble. And lastly, that
he observed every animal in this country naturally to abhor the
Yahoos; whom the weaker avoided, and the stronger drove from
them. So that, supposing us to have the gift of reason, he
could not see how it were possible to cure that natural antipathy
which every creature discovered against us; nor, consequently,
,
how we could tame and render them serviceable. However, he
would, as he said, “debate the matter no further; because he
was more desirous to know my story, the country where I was
born, and the several actions and events of my life before I came
hither. »
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THE STRULDBRUGS
From (Gulliver's Travels)
0
NE day, in much good company [among the Luggnaggians)
I was asked by a person of quality, “whether I had seen
any of their struldbrugs, or immortals ? » I said, "I had
not;” and desired he would explain to me what he meant by
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that "sometimes, though very rarely, a child happened to be born
in a family, with a red circular spot on the forehead, directly
over the left eyebrow, which was an infallible mark that it
should never die. The spot," as he described it, was about the
compass of a silver threepence, but in the course of time grew
larger, and changed its color: for at twelve years of age it be-
came green, so continued till five-and-twenty, then turned a deep
blue; at five-and-forty it grew coal-black, and as large as an
English shilling, but never admitted any further alteration. ”
After this preface, he gave me a particular account of the
struldbrugs among them. He said, “They commonly acted like
mortals till about thirty years old; after which by degrees they
grew melancholy and dejected, increasing in both till they came
to fourscore. This he learned from their own confession; for
otherwise, there not being above two or three of that species
born in an age, they were too few to form a general observation
by. When they came to fourscore years, which is reckoned the
extremity of living in this country, they had not only all the .
follies and infirmities of other old men, but many more which
arose from the dreadful prospect of never dying. They were not
only opinionated, peevish, covetous, morose, vain, talkative, but
incapable of friendship, and dead to all natural affection, which
never descended below their grandchildren, Envy and impotent
desires are their prevailing passions. But those objects against
which their envy seems principally directed, are the vices of the
younger sort and the deaths of the old. By reflecting on the
former, they find themselves cut off from all possibility of pleas-
ure; and whenever they see a funeral, they lament and repine
that others are gone to a harbor of rest to which they themselves
never can hope to arrive. They have no remembrance of any.
thing but what they learned and observed in their youth and
middle age, and even that is very imperfect; and for the truth or
particulars of any fact, it is safer to depend on common tradition
than upon their best recollections. The least miserable among
them appear to be those who turn to dotage, and entirely lose
their memories: these meet with more pity and assistance be-
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ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE
(1837-)
BY WILLIAM MORTON PAYNE
ARLY in the eighties, there were living in England six great
poets, whose work had given to the later Victorian era of
English song a splendor almost comparable to that of the
Elizabethan and later Georgian periods. All of these poets but one
have now passed away (Rossetti in 1882, Arnold in 1888, Browning in
1889, Tennyson in 1892, and Morris in 1896), leaving Mr. Swinburne in
solitary pre-eminence. In this year of the
Queen's Jubilee he is left with no possible
rival among the living; and stands as the
Victorian poet par excellence in a peculiarly
literal sense, for he was born in the year
of her Majesty's accession to the throne,
which makes his sixty years conterminous
with the sixty years of her reign. So little
has been made public concerning that life,
that his personality has remained even
more closely veiled than was that of Tenny-
son; and the facts at the command of the
biographer are of the most meagre descrip-
tion. He was the son of a distinguished ALGERNON SWINBURNE
officer of the Royal Navy; and on his moth-
er's side, descended from the third Earl of Ashburnham. He. was
educated at Balliol College, Oxford, but left in 1860 without taking
a degree. A journey to Italy followed; made chiefly for the purpose
of paying a tribute of affectionate admiration to the old poet Lan-
dor, then nearing the close of his days in Florence.
The greater
part of Mr. Swinburne's life has been spent in England: for a time he
lived in London with the Rossetti brothers and Mr. George Meredith;
but for many years past his home has been at Wimbledon, where
he has kept house with Mr. Theodore Watts-Dunton, the distinguished
critic and the closest of his friends.
Mr. Swinburne made his first appearance in literature as a dra-
matic poet; and published in rapid succession the four dramas
Rosamond' (1860), «The Queen Mother' (1860), Atalanta in Caly-
don' (1865), and Chastelard (1865). The first of these works has for
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its subject the idyl and tragedy of Henry II. at Woodstock, the sec-
ond the massacre of St. Bartholomew, and the last an episode in the
early life of Mary Stuart at the French court. Atalanta in Calydon
is a noble tragedy upon a Greek theme, and written in as close a
reproduction of the Greek manner as it is likely to be given to any
modern poet to achieve. These four works gained for their author a
considerable reputation with cultivated readers, yet made no direct
appeal to the wider public. But the situation became changed in the
year that followed the appearance of Chastelard,'— the year of the
famous Poems and Ballads) (1866). It is hardly an exaggeration
to say that no other volume of English poetry published before or
since, ever created so great a sensation as this. If Byron awoke to
find himself famous the day after the first cantos of Childe Harold'
made their appearance, Mr. Swinburne awoke to find himself both
famous and notorious. For the Poems and Ballads) not only showed
that a new poet had arisen with a voice of his own, and possessed
of an absolutely unexampled command of the resources of English
rhythm, but they also showed that the author deemed fit for poetical
treatment certain passional aspects of human life concerning which
the best English tradition had hitherto been one of reticence. The
unerring instinct of sensational journalism at once sought out for
discussion these poems (perhaps a dozen in number) of question-
able propriety; and before the year was over, the volume had become
the subject of a discussion so ample and so heated that a parallel is
hardly to be found in the history of English literature.
This discussion has proved peculiarly unfortunate for the poet's
fame; since there has grown out of it a legend which still persists
in the popular consciousness, and which embodies a view of the poet
so distorted and so grotesquely untrue, that those who are acquainted
with his work as a whole can only smile helplessly and wait for time
to set matters right. The facts of the matter are simply these: The
Poems and Ballads ) was essentially a first book. Its contents had
been written for the most part by a mere boy, long before their col-
lection into a volume; and bear about the same relation to his mature
work as is borne by the vaporings of Shelley's Queen Mab' to Pro-
metheus Unbound' and Epipsychidion. The objectionable pieces
are few in number, and probably no one regrets more than the author
himself the defective taste which permitted them to be preserved.
«They are obviously,” to quote from a recent critic, “the hasty and
violent defiance hurled in the face of British Philistinism by a youth-
ful writer, who, in addition to the exuberance of his scorn of conven-
tions, was also, it is plain, influenced by a very boyish desire to shock
the dull respectabilities of the average Philistine. ” But the unfair
critical onslaught upon these poems (utterly ignoring the many pure
and elevated numbers found in the same volume) was so noisy that
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its echo has been prolonged; and the opinion still obtains in many
quarters that sensuality is the chief attribute of a poet who in reality
might be charged with the fault of excessive spirituality, so far above
earth and so tenuous is the atmosphere in which he has his intellect-
ual being. If we accept Milton's dictum that poetry should be sim-
ple, sensuous, and passionate, it may be admitted that Mr. Swinburne
has passion (although mainly of the intellectual sort), but he is rarely
simple; while in sensuous charm he is distinctly inferior to more than
one of his contemporaries.
The even-minded critic of Mr. Swinburne's poetry thirty years
ago (and there were such, notable among them being Richard Grant
White and Mr. Stedman) might discern from an examination of the
five works already mentioned, the leading traits that so many other
volumes were to develop. There were already then evident the aston-
ishing virtuosity in the use of English metres; the linguistic faculty,
by virtue of which the poet composed Greek, Latin, and French
verses with as much apparent readiness as English; the imitative
power which made it possible for him to write like Chaucer, or the
poets of the old ballad and the miracle play; the spiritual insight
which made Atalanta) so much more than a mere imitation of Greek
tragedy; the hero-worship which is so generous a trait of his charac-
ter; the defense of religion against theology and priestcraft; and the
intense love of liberty that breathes through all his work.
Since the year which made Mr. Swinburne's name familiar to all
lovers of English poetry, his activity has been unceasing. Produc-
tions in prose and verse have flowed from his pen at the rate of
about a volume annually; the complete list of his works embracing
upwards of thirty volumes, about one third of which are studies in
literary criticism. Although these latter volumes form an important
section of his writings, they must be dismissed with a few words.
There are three collections of miscellaneous critical essays; separate
monographs of considerable bulk upon Shakespeare, Ben Jonson, Victor
Hugo, and William Blake, briefer monographs upon George Chapman
and Charlotte Bronté; a highly controversial examination of certain
literary reputations, Under the Microscope'; and several pamphlets
or less polemical in character. 'A Year's Letters,' which is
a sort of prose novelette, was written for periodical publication under
the pseudonym “Mrs. Horace Manners”; but has never been reprinted.
There are also many critical studies to be found in the pages of the
English monthly reviews; notable among them being a nearly com-
plete series of papers which examine in close detail the work of
the Elizabethan dramatists, and constitute, together with the published
volumes on Shakespeare, Jonson, and Chapman, the most exhaustive
and scholarly commentary that has yet been produced upon that
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is sui generis, and as astonishing in its way as that of Carlyle. It
defies imitation; which is probably fortunate, since it is not an alto-
gether admirable style. But with all its vehemence, its verbosity,
and its recondite allusiveness, it has somehow the power to carry the
reader with it; sweeping away his critical sense for the time being,
and compelling him to share in both the occasional prejudices and
the frequent enthusiasms of the writer. And after due allowance has
been made for the temperamental qualities of Mr. Swinburne, and
for the extravagances of his diction, there will be found to remain a
residuum of the highest critical value; so that it may fairly be said
that he has illuminated every subject that he has chosen to discuss.
In dealing with the volumes of poetry — about a score in num-
ber- of which nothing has yet been said, we are confronted with
an embarras de richesses. Chronologically, the earliest of them is the
(Songs Before Sunrise) (1871), and the latest (The Tale of Balen?
(1896). Perhaps the first thing that should be said about them, in
view of still current misconceptions, is that whatever taint of sensu-
ality clung to the productions of the poet's youth, the work of his
manhood is singularly free from any offense of this sort. In its dra-
matic portions, it handles the noblest of themes with superb creative
power, and deals with them in grave harmonious measures; in its
lyrical portions, it clothes an almost austere ideal of conduct in
melodies whose beauty is everlasting. The dramatic poems include
( Erechtheus,' a Greek tragedy fully as fine as 'Atalanta,' and exhibit-
ing more of artistic restraint; the two works (Bothwell and Mary
Stuart,' which complete the magnificent trilogy begun by “Chaste-
lard’; Marino Faliero,' a Venetian subject treated with splendid
effect; Locrine,' a tragedy suggested by Milton's Comus,' and upon
a theme dealt with by an unknown Elizabethan dramatist; and “The
Sisters,' a comparatively unimportant domestic tragedy. Strongly
dramatic in spirit, although in form a narrative in rhymed couplets,
the tale of (Tristram of Lyonesse' completes the list of Mr. Swin-
burne's longer poetical works down to “The Tale of Balen,' which is
essentially a verse paraphrase of a section of the Morte d'Arthur' of
Malory. The lyrical division of Mr. Swinburne's work includes two
additional series of 'Poems and Ballads'; the impassioned volume of
'Songs Before Sunrise,' inspired by the Italian revolutionary move-
ment, and dedicated to Mazzini, —a work which is probably the high-
est and most sustained expression of the poet's lyrical powers; the
(Songs of Two Nations, which includes the great (Song of Italy,'
the superb Ode on the Proclamation of the French Republic,' and
the fierce sonnets called Diræ'; the Songs of the Springtides,'
whereof “Thalassius' -- a sort of spiritual autobiography, in which
the poet pays the noblest of his many tributes to the memory of
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includes the wonderful lyrical group inspired By the North Sea';
the "Tristram' volume, which contains, besides the titular poem,
many other pieces, - among them A Dark Month, the group of
songs which has made their author the supreme English poet of
childhood; A Century of Roundels'; A Midsummer Holiday';
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and Astrophel. ' Mention should also be made, as illustrating the
lighter aspect of Mr. Swinburne's genius, of the anonymously pub-
lished Heptalogia; or The Seven against Sense,' a collection of the
cleverest parodies ever written, in which the poet travesties his own
style with no less glee than the style of half a dozen of his contem-
poraries. If one would seek for further indications of his sense of
humor, they may be found in the poem Disgust,' which parodies
Tennyson's Despair,' and in the Report of the Proceedings on the
First Anniversary Session of the Newest Shakespeare Society. '
The mere enumeration of Mr. Swinburne's works requires so
much space that little remains for any general comment upon them.
It should be said that he early outgrew the doctrine of art for
art's sake," and has made his verse more and more the ally of great
and worthy causes. Such ardent and whole-souled admiration of man
for man as finds expression in his many poems to Landor, Hugo,
and Mazzini, to say nothing of his many tributes to lesser men, is
hardly paralleled in literature. And the sweep of his lyre becomes
more impressive when its strings are plucked in behalf of
France crushed beneath the heel of the usurper; of Italy struggling
to be free. The fierce indignation with which he inveighs against
all the social, political, and religious forces that array themselves
against the freedom of the body and soul of man, the glowing patri-
otism which fires his song when its theme is the proud heritage of
achievement to which every Englishman is born, and the prophetic
inspiration which imparts to him the vision of a regenerated human-
ity, and all the wonder that shall be when “the world's great age
begins anew” and “the golden years return,” – these are indeed sub-
jects for the noblest sort of poetical expression; and they are the
very warp and woof of the many-colored verbal fabric that has come
from Mr. Swinburne's loom. And with these great words spoken for
mankind in the abstract there comes also a personal message, exalt-
ing the virtues of heroism, and sacrifice of self, and steadfast devotion
to high impersonal ends,- a message that finds its highest embodi. .
ment in such poems as “Super Flumina Babylonis,' and (The Pil-
grims,' and 'Thalassius'; a message that enforces as fine an ethical
ideal of individual conduct as may be found anywhere in English lit-
erature.
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DEDICATION
1865
THE
He sea gives her shells to the shingle,
The earth gives her streams to the sea;
They are many, but my gift is single,
My verses, the first fruits of me.
Let the wind take the green and the gray leaf,
Cast forth without fruit upon air;
Take rose-leaf and vine-leaf and bay-leaf
Blown loose from the hair.
The night shakes them round me in legions,
Dawn drives them before her like dreams;
Time sheds them like snows on strange regions,
Swept shoreward on infinite streams;
Leaves pallid and sombre and ruddy
Dead fruits of the fugitive years;
Some stained as with wine and made bloody,
And some as with tears.
Some scattered in seven years' traces,
As they fell from the boy that was then;
Long left among idle green places,
Or gathered but now among men;
On seas full of wonder and peril,
Blown white round the capes of the north;
Or in islands where myrtles are sterile
And loves bring not forth.
O daughters of dreams and of stories
That life is not wearied of yet, -
Faustine, Fragoletta, Dolores,
Felise and Yolande and Juliette, -
Shall I find you not still, shall I miss you,
When sleep that is true or that seems
Comes back to me hopeless to kiss you,
O daughters of dreams?
They are past as a slumber that passes,
As the dew of a dawn of old time;
More frail than the shadows on glasses,
More fleet than a wave or a rhyine.
As the waves after ebb drawing seaward,
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14295
So the birds that flew singing to me-ward
Recede out of sight.
The songs of dead seasons that wander
On wings of articulate words;
Lost leaves that the shore-wind may squander,
Light flocks of untamable birds:
Some sang to me dreaming in class-time,
And truant in hand as in tongue;
For the youngest were born of boy's pastime,
The eldest are young.
Is there shelter while life in them lingers,
Is there hearing for songs that recede,
Tunes touched from a harp with men's fingers
Or blown with boy's mouth in a reed?
Is there place in the land of your labor,
Is there room in your world of delight,
Where change has not sorrow for neighbor
And day has not night?
In their wings though the sea-wind yet quivers,
Will you spare not a space for them there,
Made green with the running of rivers
And gracious with temperate air;
In the fields and turreted cities,
That cover from sunshine and rain
Fair passions and bountiful pities
And loves without strain ?
In a land of clear colors and stories,
In a region of shadowless hours,
Where earth has a garment of glories
And a murmur of musical flowers;
In woods where the spring half uncovers
The flush of her amorous face,
By the waters that listen for lovers, -
For these is there place?
For the song-birds of sorrow, that muffle
Their music as clouds do their fire;
For the storm-birds of passion, that ruffle
Wild wings in a wind of desire;
In the stream of the storm as it setties
Blown seaward, borne far from the sun,
Shaken loose on the darkness like petals
Dropt one after one ?


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14296
ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE
Though the world of your hands be more gracious,
And lovelier in lordship of things
Clothed round by sweet art with the spacious
Warm heaven of her imminent wings,
Let them enter, unfledged and nigh fainting,
For the love of old loves and lost times;
And receive in your palace of painting
This revel of rhymes.
Though the seasons of man full of losses
Make empty the years full of youth,
If but one thing be constant in crosses,
Change lays not her hand upon truth;
Hopes die, and their tombs are for token
That the grief, as the joy, of them ends
Ere time that breaks all men has broken
The faith between friends.
Though the many lights dwindle to one light,
There is help if the heaven has one;
Though the skies be discrowned of the sunlight
And the earth dispossessed of the sun,
They have moonlight and sleep for repayment,
When, refreshed as a bride, and set free
With stars and sea-winds in her raiment,
Night sinks on the sea.
HYMN TO PROSERPINE
AFTER THE PROCLAMATION IN ROME OF THE CHRISTIAN FAITH
Vicisti, Galilæe
I
HAVE lived long enough, having seen one thing,— that love hath an
end:
Goddess and maiden and queen, be near me now and befriend.
Thou art more than the day or the morrow, the seasons that laugh
or that weep:
For these give joy and sorrow; but thou, Proserpina, sleep.
Sweet is the treading of wine, and sweet the feet of the dove;
But a goodlier gift is thine than foam of the grapes or love.
Yea, is not even Apollo, with hair and harp-string of gold,
A bitter God to follow, a beautiful God to behold ?
I am sick of singing; the bays burn deep and chafe: I am fain
To rest a little from praise and grievous pleasure and pain.


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ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE
14297
For the Gods we know not of, who give us our daily breath,
We know they are cruel as love or life, and lovely as death.
O Gods dethroned and deceased, cast forth, wiped out in a day!
From your wrath is the world released, redeemed from your chains,
men say
New Gods are crowned in the city, their fowers have broken your
rods:
They are merciful, clothed with pity, the young compassionate Gods.
But for me their new device is barren, the days are bare;
Things long past over suffice, and men forgotten that were.
Time and the Gods are at strife: ye dwell in the midst thereof,
Draining a little life from the barren breasts of love.
I say to you, Cease, take rest; yea, I say to you all, Be at peace,
Till the bitter milk of her breast and the barren bosom shall cease.
Wilt thou yet take all, Galilean ? but these thou shalt not take:
The laurel, the palms, and the pæan, the breast of the nymphs in the
brake,-
Breasts more soft than a dove's, that tremble with tenderer breath;
And all the wings of the Loves, and all the joy before death;
All the feet of the hours that sound as a single lyre,
Dropped and deep in the flowers, with strings that Aicker like fire.
More than these wilt thou give, things fairer than all these things?
Nay, for a little we live, and life hath mutable wings.
A little while and we die: shall life not thrive as it may ?
For no man under the sky lives twice, outliving his day.
And grief is a grievous thing, and a man hath enough of his tears:
Why should he labor, and bring fresh grief to blacken his years ?
Thou hast conquered, O pale Galilean; the world has grown gray
from thy breath;
We have drunken of things Lethean, and fed on the fullness of death.
Laurel is green for a season, and love is sweet for a day;
But love grows bitter with treason, and laurel outlives not May.
Sleep, shall we sleep after all ? for the world is not sweet in the end;
For the old faiths loosen and fall, the new years ruin and rend.
Fate is a sea without shore, and the soul is a rock that abides;
But her ears are vexed with the roar and her face with the foam of
the tides.
O lips that the live blood faints in, the leavings of racks and rods !
O ghastly glories of saints, dead limbs of gibbeted Gods!
Though all men abase them before you in spirit, and all knees bend,
I kneel not, neither adore you, but standing, look to the end.
All delicate days and pleasant, all spirits and sorrows are cast
Far out with the foam of the present that sweeps to the surf of the
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14298
ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE
as
Where beyond the extreme sea-wall, and between the remote sea-
gates,
Waste water washes, and tall ships founder, and deep death waits;
Where, mighty with deepening sides, clad about with the seas
with wings,
And impelled of invisible tides, and fulfilled of unspeakable things,
White-eyed and poisonous-finned, shark-toothed and serpentine-curled.
Rolls, under the whitening wind of the future, the wave of the
world.
The depths stand naked in sunder behind it, the storms flee away;
In the hollow before it the thunder is taken and snared as a prey;
In its sides is the north wind bound; and its salt is of all men's
tears:
With light of ruin, and sound of changes, and pulse of years;
With travail of day after day, and with trouble of hour upon hour:
And bitter as blood is the spray; and the crests are as fangs that
devour;
And its vapor and storm of its steam as the sighing of spirits to
be;
And its noise as the noise in a dream; and its depth as the roots of
the sea;
And the height of its heads as the height of the utmost stars of the
air :
And the ends of the earth at the might thereof tremble, and time is
made bare.
Will ye bridle the deep sea with reins, will ye chasten the high sea
with rods?
Will ye take her to chain her with chains, who is older than all ye
Gods?
All ye as a wind shall go by, as a fire shall ye pass and be past;
Ye are Gods, and behold ye shall die, and the waves be upon you at
last.
In the darkness of time, in the deeps of the years, in the changes of
things,
Ye shall sleep as a slain man sleeps, and the world shall forget you
for kings.
Though the feet of thine high-priests tread where thy lords and our
forefathers trod,
Though these that were Gods are dead, and thou being dead art a
God,
Though before thee the throned Cytherean be fallen, and hidden her
head,
Yet thy kingdom shall pass, Galilean, thy dead shall go down to thee
dead.


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ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE
14299
Of the maiden thy mother, men sing as a goddess with grace clad
around:
Thou art throned where another was king: where another was queen
she is crowned.
Yea, once we had sight of another; but now she is queen, say these.
Not as thine, not as thine was our mother, a blossom of flowering
seas,
Clothed round with the world's desire as with raiment, and fair as the
foam,
And fleeter than kindled fire, and a goddess, and mother of Rome.
For thine came pale and a maiden, and sister to sorrow; but ours,
Her deep hair heavily laden with odor and color of flowers,
White rose of the rose-white water, a silver splendor, a flame,
Bent down unto us that besought her, and earth grew sweet with her
name.
For thine came weeping, a slave among slaves, and rejected; but she
Came flushed from the full-flushed wave, and imperial, her foot on
the sea,
And the wonderful waters knew her, the winds and the viewless ways,
And the roses grew rosier, and bluer the sea-blue stream of the bays.
Ye are fallen, our lords, by what token ? we wist that ye should not
fall.
Ye were all so fair that are broken; and one more fair than ye all.
But I turn to her still, having seen she shall surely abide in the end :
Goddess and maiden and queen, be near me now and befriend.
O daughter of earth, of my mother, her crown and blossom of birth,
I am also, I also, thy brother: I go as I came unto earth.
In the night where thine eyes are as moons are in heaven, the night
where thou art,
Where the silence is more than all tunes, where sleep overflows from
the heart,
Where the poppies are sweet as the rose in our world, and the red
rose is white,
And the wind falls faint as it blows with the fume of the flowers of
the night,
And the murmur of spirits that sleep in the shadow of Gods from afar
Grows dim in thine ears and deep as the deep dim soul of a star,
In the sweet low light of thy face, under heavens untrod by the sun,
Let my soul with their souls find place, and forget what is done and
undone.
Thou art more than the Gods who number the days of our temporal
breath:
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14300
ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE
Therefore now at thy feet I abide for a season in silence. I know
I shall die as my fathers died, and sleep as they sleep; even so.
For the glass of the years is brittle wherein we gaze for a span;
A little soul for a little bears up this corpse which is man.
So long I endure, no longer; and laugh not again, neither weep.
For there is no God found stronger than death; and death is a sleep.
THE GARDEN OF PROSERPINE
H*
ERE, where the world is quiet;
Here, where all trouble seems
Dead winds' and spent waves' riot
In doubtful dreams of dreams;
I watch the green field growing
For reaping folk and sowing,
For harvest-time and mowing,
A sleepy world of streams.
I am tired of tears and laughter,
And men that laugh and weep
Of what may come hereafter
For men that sow to reap:
I am weary of days and hours,
Blown buds of barren flowers,
Desires and dreams and powers
And everything but sleep.
Here life has death for neighbor,
And far from eye or ear
Wan waves and wet winds labor,
Weak ships and spirits steer:
They drive adrift, and whither
They wot not who make thither;
But no such winds blow hither,
And no such things grow here.
No growth of moor or coppice,
No heather-flower or vine,
But bloomless buds of poppies,
Green grapes of Proserpine;
Pale beds of blowing rushes
Where no leaf blooms or blushes,
Save this whereout she crushes
For dead men deadly wine.


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ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE
14301
Pale, without name or number,
In fruitless fields of corn,
They bow themselves and slumber
All night till light is born;
And like a soul belated,
In hell and heaven unmated,
By cloud and mist abated
Comes out of darkness morn.
Though one were strong as seven,
He too with death shall dwell,
Nor wake with wings in heaven,
Nor weep for pains in hell;
Though one were fair as roses,
His beauty clouds and closes;
And well though love reposes,
In the end it is not well.