The ballad of Manila Bay and other verses . s horses to the view,When swift adown the westering slopes of blue They flash to drink the nights deep overflow. But splendid war-steeds still the victors eyeAlluring, they must stand beside the Seine, A soldiers ruthless dream to glorify Until he fell; and they once more might gain That place of peace within the sunset sky Where pigeons coo—the saints resplendent fane 138 THE HERMES AT OLYMPIA By Praxiteles In sympathy dost thou divert the boy, His mother by his father strangely slain — Revolving now thy wand to entertainThe chubby wine-god with a n
The ballad of Manila Bay and other verses . s horses to the view,When swift adown the westering slopes of blue They flash to drink the nights deep overflow. But splendid war-steeds still the victors eyeAlluring, they must stand beside the Seine, A soldiers ruthless dream to glorify Until he fell; and they once more might gain That place of peace within the sunset sky Where pigeons coo—the saints resplendent fane 138 THE HERMES AT OLYMPIA By Praxiteles In sympathy dost thou divert the boy, His mother by his father strangely slain — Revolving now thy wand to entertainThe chubby wine-god with a new-found toy ?Or dost thou see with what exultant joy The Thracian nymphs the Zeus-sprung child willgain — In all the fruitful arts of life to trainHim whom thou now so lightly dost convoy ?Howeer it be, this only do we know— Sweet knowledge of a thing more sweet—for yearsA thousand, mid the rivers overflow, Thoust held the happy boy whose eager ears,In Heras temple, caught so long ago The echoes vast of multitudinous cheers. 139. DEATH AND THE SCULPTOR By Daniel Chester French His spirit with the wings of genius fanned,And inspiration kindhng in his face,O Death thou canst not touch him thus apace With thy remorseless, petrifying hand ! For een already at his sweet command The Sphinx grows gentler, breathing to the raceThe mystery of life, and all the grace That crowns it in the far and shadowed land. Stand not imperious, Death; let genius doWhat only genius can, nor make thine own The minds unfinished vision; yet how fewTo their completed work thou sparest — prone To strike the master down in eager viewOf his creation, near perfection grown. 141 A TRIO OF DOGS TO LORD RANDOLPH CHURCHILL Edward Dowdens Dog O wrinkled, large-eyed statesman filled with might-Though showing to thy friends a glowing heartAnd sorrow bowed in tears when they depart, Like thy great namesake thou dost love a fight. For if the Gothic cook but heave in sightThy blood is up, and like a sudden
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