Griselda A Tragedy: And Other Poems. By Edwin Arnold |
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TO F. C. H. |
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TO F. C. H.
We stood at the white gate and looked o'er the lea
In September, Fred!
We saw the great river grow broad into sea;
Dost remember, Fred?
We watched grey sails while they faded away
In the grey weather, Fred;
And we asked to see whither went that seaway,
Close together, Fred!
In September, Fred!
We saw the great river grow broad into sea;
Dost remember, Fred?
We watched grey sails while they faded away
In the grey weather, Fred;
And we asked to see whither went that seaway,
Close together, Fred!
Half was heard as it rose from the spot
With the blue smoke, Fred;
Half the Collector of Clouds heard not
That we then spoke, Fred;
By Necessity, fisher of men, caught now
Like a halibut, Fred;
Christians I teach here, and Mussulmen thou,
Close by Calicut, Fred!
With the blue smoke, Fred;
Half the Collector of Clouds heard not
That we then spoke, Fred;
By Necessity, fisher of men, caught now
Like a halibut, Fred;
Christians I teach here, and Mussulmen thou,
Close by Calicut, Fred!
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Come back, and take the things that are th
In the old land, Fred:
A warm corner, welcome, some old Rhine wine,
And a true hand, Fred;
And, in token that these await thee, Fred,
Ere we ferry the Styx,
I give thee,—'tis paper currency,—Fred,
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In the old land, Fred:
A warm corner, welcome, some old Rhine wine,
And a true hand, Fred;
And, in token that these await thee, Fred,
Ere we ferry the Styx,
I give thee,—'tis paper currency,—Fred,
Page two-sixty-six.
Birmingham, 1855.
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