. Maud, Locksley hall, and other poems . to harp on such a mould-ered string ? ^ I am shamed thro all my nature to have loved soslight a thing. Weakness to be wroth with weakness ! womans pleasure, womans pain —Nature made them blinder motions bounded in a shallower brain : Woman is the lesser man, and all thy passions, matchd with mine,Ar^e as moonlight unto sunlight, and as water unto wine — Here at least, where nature sickens, nothing. Ah, for some retreatDeep in yonder shining Orient; where my life began to beat; Where in wild Mahratta-battle fell my father evil- starrd ; —I was left a tra
. Maud, Locksley hall, and other poems . to harp on such a mould-ered string ? ^ I am shamed thro all my nature to have loved soslight a thing. Weakness to be wroth with weakness ! womans pleasure, womans pain —Nature made them blinder motions bounded in a shallower brain : Woman is the lesser man, and all thy passions, matchd with mine,Ar^e as moonlight unto sunlight, and as water unto wine — Here at least, where nature sickens, nothing. Ah, for some retreatDeep in yonder shining Orient; where my life began to beat; Where in wild Mahratta-battle fell my father evil- starrd ; —I was left a trampled orphan, and a selfish uncles ward. Or to burst all links of habit — there to wander far from island unto island at the gateways of the day. t30 Lock sicy Hall. Larger constellations burning, mellow moons and happy skies,Breadths of tropic shade and palms in cluster, knots of Paradise. Never conies the trader, never floats an European flag,Slides the bird oer lustrous woodland, swngs the trailer from the crag ; s /. XN THE STEAMSHIP. Droops the heavy-blossomd bower, hangs the heavy-fruited tree —Summer isles of Eden lying in dark-purple spheres of sea. There methinks would be enjo^tnent more than in this march of mind,In the steamship, in the railway, in the thoughts that shake mankind. Locksley Hall. 131 There the passions crampd no longer shall liave scope and breathing space ;I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race. Iron-jointed, supple-sinewd, they shall dive, and they shall run,Catch the wild goat by the hair, and hurl their lances in the sun ; Whistle back the parrotscall, and leap the rain-bows of the brooks. Not with blinded eyesightporing over miserablebooks — Fool, again the dream, thefancy! but I know mywords are wild, But I count the gray bar-barian lower than theChristian child.
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