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# Poems and Ballads (second series)/Spring in Tuscany

II.
SPRING IN TUSCANY.
Rose‑red lilies that bloom on the banner; Rose‑cheeked gardens that revel in spring; Rose‑mouthed acacias that laugh as they climb, Like plumes for a queen's hand fashioned to fan her With wind more soft than a wild dove's wing, What do they sing in the spring of their time?
If this be the rose that the world hears singing, Soft in the soft night, loud in the day, Songs for the fire‑flies to dance as they hear; If that be the song of the nightingale, springing Forth in the form of a rose in May, What do they say of the way of the year?
What of the way of the world gone Maying, What of the work of the buds in the bowers, What of the will of the wind on the wall, Fluttering the wall‑flowers, sighing and playing, Shrinking again as a bird that cowers, Thinking of hours when the flowers have to fall?
Out of the throats of the loud birds showering, Out of the folds where the flag‑lilies leap, Out of the mouths of the roses stirred, Out of the herbs on the walls reflowering, Out of the heights where the sheer snows sleep, Out of the deep and the steep, one word.
One from the lips of the lily‑flames leaping, The glad red lilies that burn in our sight, The great live lilies for standard and crown; One from the steeps where the pines stand sleeping, One from the deep land, one from the height, One from the light and the might of the town.
The lowlands laugh with delight of the highlands, Whence May winds feed them with balm and breath From hills that beheld in the years behind A shape as of one from the blest souls' islands, Made fair by a soul too fair for death, With eyes on the light that should smite them blind.
Vallombrosa remotely remembers, Perchance, what still to us seems so near That time not darkens it, change not mars, The foot that she knew when her leaves were September's, The face lift up to the star‑blind seer, That saw from his prison arisen his stars.
And Pisa broods on her dead, not mourning, For love of her loveliness given them in fee; And Prato gleams with the glad monk's gift Whose hand was there as the hand of morning; And Siena, set in the sand's red sea, Lifts loftier her head than the red sand's drift.
And far to the fair south‑westward lightens, Girdled and sandalled and plumed with flowers, At sunset over the love‑lit lands, The hill‑side's crown where the wild hill brightens, Saint Fina's town of the Beautiful Towers, Hailing the sun with a hundred hands.
Land of us all that have loved thee dearliest, Mother of men that were lords of man, Whose name in the world's heart works as a spell, My last song's light, and the star of mine earliest, As we turn from thee, sweet, who wast ours for a span, Fare well we may not who say farewell.
# Poems and Ballads (second series)/Summer in Auvergne

III.
SUMMER IN AUVERGNE.
The sundawn fills the land Full as a feaster's hand Fills full with bloom of bland Bright wine his cup; Flows full to flood that fills From the arch of air it thrills Those rust‑red iron hills With morning up.
Dawn, as a panther springs, With fierce and fire‑fledged wings Leaps on the land that rings From her bright feet
Through all its lava‑black Cones that cast answer back And cliffs of footless track Where thunders meet.
The light speaks wide and loud From deeps blown clean of cloud As though day's heart were proud And heaven's were glad; The towers brown‑striped and grey Take fire from heaven of day As though the prayers they pray Their answers had.
Higher in these high first hours Wax all the keen church towers, And higher all hearts of ours Than the old hills' crown,
Higher than the pillared height Of that strange cliff‑side bright With basalt towers whose might Strong time bows down.
And the old fierce ruin there Of the old wild princes' lair Whose blood in mine hath share Gapes gaunt and great Toward heaven that long ago Watched all the wan land's woe Whereon the wind would blow Of their bleak hate.
Dead are those deeds; but yet Their memory seems to fret Lands that might else forget That old world's brand;
Dead all their sins and days; Yet in this red clime's rays Some fiery memory stays That sears their land.
# Poems and Ballads (second series)/Ode

Previously printed (under the heading Ode only) in Le Tombeau de Théophile Gautier, 1873, pp. 165-167.
ODE.
(TOMBEAU DE THÉOPHILE GAUTIER.)
Quelle fleur, ô Mort, quel joyau, quel chant, Quel vent, quel rayon de soleil couchant, Sur ton front penché, sur ta main avide, Sur l'âpre pâleur de ta lèvre aride, Vibre encore et luit? Ton sein est sans lait, ton oreille est vide, Ton œil plein de nuit.
Ta bouche est sans souffle et ton front sans ride; Mais l'éclair voilé d'une flamme humide, Flamme éclose au coeur d'un ciel pluvieux, Rallume ta lèvre et remplit tes yeux De lueurs d'opale; Ta bouche est vermeille et ton front joyeux, O toi qui fus pâle.
Comme aux jours divins la mère des dieux, Reine au sein fécond, au corps radieux, Tu surgis au bord de la tombe amère; Tu nous apparais, ô Mort, vierge et mère, Effroi des humains, Le divin laurier sur la tête altière Et la lyre aux mains.
Nous reconnaissons, courbés vers la terre, Que c'est la splendeur de ta face austère Qui dore la nuit de nos longs malheurs; Que la vie ailée aux mille couleurs, Dont tu n'es que l'âme, Refait par tes mains les prés et les fleurs, La rose et la femme.
Lune constante! astre ami des douleurs Qui luis à travers la brume des pleurs! Quelle flamme au fond de ta clarté molle
Éclate et rougit, nouvelle auréole, Ton doux front voilé? Quelle étoile, ouvrant ses ailes, s'envole Du ciel étoilé?
Pleurant ce rayon de jour qu'on lui vole, L'homme exècre en vain la Mort triste et folle; Mais l'astre qui fut à nos yeux si beau, Là‑haut, loin d'ici, dans un ciel nouveau Plein d'autres étoiles, Se lève, et pour lui la nuit du tombeau Entr'ouvre ses voiles.
L'âme est dans le corps comme un jeune oiseau Dont l'aile s'agite au bord du berceau; La mort, déliant cette aile inquiète, Quand nous écoutons la bouche muette Qui nous dit adieu, Fait de l'homme infime et sombre un poëte, Du poëte un dieu.
# Poems and Ballads (second series)/Pastiche

Previously printed (under the tentative title Regret) in The Fortnightly Review, September, 1867, p. 271.
PASTICHE
Now the days are all gone over Of our singing, love by lover, Days of summer‑coloured seas Blown adrift through beam and breeze.
Now the nights are all past over Of our dreaming, dreams that hover In a mist of fair false things, Nights afloat on wide wan wings.
Now the loves with faith for mother, Now the fears with hope for brother, Scarce are with us as strange words, Notes from songs of last year's birds.
Now all good that comes or goes is As the smell of last year's roses, As the radiance in our eyes Shot from summer's ere he dies.
Now the morning faintlier risen Seems no God come forth of prison, But a bird of plume‑plucked wing, Pale with thoughts of evening.
Now hath hope, outraced in running, Given the torch up of his cunning And the palm he thought to wear Even to his own strong child—despair.
# Poems and Ballads (second series)/Rizpah

Previously printed in The Glasgow University Magazine, February, 1878, p. 17.
RIZPAH.
How many sons, how many generations, For how long years hast thou bewept, and known Nor end of torment nor surcease of moan, Rachel or Rizpah, wofullest of nations, Crowned with the crowning sign of desolations, And couldst not even scare off with hand or groan Those carrion birds devouring bone by bone The children of thy thousand tribulations? Thou wast our warrior once; thy sons long dead Against a foe less foul than this made head, Poland, in years that sound and shine afar; Ere the east beheld in thy bright sword‑blade's stead The rotten corpse‑light of the Russian star That lights towards hell his bondslaves and their Czar.
# Poems and Ballads (second series)/Song

Previously printed in The Examiner, December 26th, 1874, p. 1420.
SONG.
Love laid his sleepless head On a thorny rosy bed; And his eyes with tears were red, And pale his lips as the dead.
And fear and sorrow and scorn Kept watch by his head forlorn, Till the night was overworn And the world was merry with morn.
And Joy came up with the day And kissed Love's lips as he lay, And the watchers ghostly and grey Sped from his pillow away.
And his eyes as the dawn grew bright, And his lips waxed ruddy as light: Sorrow may reign for a night, But day shall bring back delight.
# 1911 Encyclopædia Britannica/Canachus

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​CANACHUS, a sculptor of Sicyon in Achaea, of the latter part of the 6th century B.C. He was especially noted as the author of two great statues of Apollo, one in bronze made for the temple at Miletus, and one in cedar wood made for Thebes. The coins of Miletus furnish us with copies of the former and show the god to have held a stag in, one hand and a bow in the other. The rigidity of these works naturally impressed later critics.
# 1911 Encyclopædia Britannica/Canalis

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​CANALIS (also “canal” and “channel”; from the Latin), in architecture, the sinking between the fillets of the volute of the Ionic capital: in the earliest examples, though sunk below the fillets, it is slightly convex in section.
# 1911 Encyclopædia Britannica/Canard

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​CANARD (the Fr. for “duck”), a sensational or extravagant story, a hoax or false report, especially one circulated by newspapers. This use of the word in France dates from the 17th century, and is supposed by Littré to have originated in the old expression, “vendre un canard à moitié” (to half-sell a duck); as it is impossible to “half-sell a duck,” the phrase came to signify to take in, or to cheat.
# 1911 Encyclopædia Britannica/Canale, Antonio

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​CANALE (or Canaletto), ANTONIO (1697–1768), Venetian painter, born on the 18th of October 1697, was educated under his father Bernard, a scene-painter of Venice, and for some time followed his father’s line of art. In 1719 he went to Rome, where he employed himself chiefly in delineating ancient ruins, and particularly studied effects of light and shade, in which he became an adept. He was the first painter who made practical use of the camera lucida. On returning home he devoted his powers to views in his native city, which he painted with a clear and firm touch and the most facile mastery of colour in a deep tone, introducing groups of figures with much effect. In his latter days he resided some time in England. His pictures, in their particular range, still remain unrivalled for their magnificent perspective. The National Gallery, London, has five pictures by him, notably the “View on the Grand Canal, Venice,” and ​the “Regatta on the Grand Canal.” He died on the 20th of August 1768. Bellotto (commonly named Bernardo), who is also sometimes called Canaletto (1724–1780), was his nephew and pupil, and painted with deceptive resemblance to the style of the more celebrated master.
# 1911 Encyclopædia Britannica/Canandaigua

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​CANANDAIGUA, a village and the county-seat of Ontario county, New York, U.S.A., 30 m. S.E. of Rochester. Pop. (1890) 5868; (1900) 6151; (1910) 7217. It is served by the New York Central and Hudson River, and the Northern Central (Pennsylvania system) railways, and is connected with Rochester by an inter-urban electric line. Among the manufactures are pressed bricks, tile, beer, ploughs, flour, agate and tin-ware. The village, picturesquely situated at the north end of Canandaigua Lake, a beautiful sheet of water about 15 m. long with a breadth varying from a mile to a mile and a half, is a summer resort. It has a county court house; the Canandaigua hospital of physicians and surgeons; the Frederick Ferris Thompson memorial hospital, with a bacteriological laboratory supported by the county; the Clark Manor House (a county home for the aged), given by Mrs Frederick Ferris Thompson in memory of her mother and of her father, Myron Holley Clark (1806–1892), president of the village of Canandaigua in 1850–1851 and governor of New York in 1855–1857; the Ontario Orphan Asylum; Canandaigua Academy; Granger Place school for girls; Brigham Hall (a private sanatorium for nervous and mental diseases); Young Men’s Christian Association building (1905); and two libraries, the Wood (public) library and the Union School library, founded in 1795. There is a public playground in the village with free instruction by a physical director; and a swimming school, endowed by Mrs F. F. Thompson, gives free lessons in swimming. The village owns its water-supply system. A village of the Seneca Indians, near the present Canandaigua, bearing the same name, which means “a settlement was formerly there” (not, as Lewis Morgan thought, “chosen spot”), was destroyed by Gen. John Sullivan in 1779. There are boulder memorials of Sullivan’s expedition and of the treaty signed here on the 11th of November 1794 by Timothy Pickering, on behalf of the United States with the Six Nations—a treaty never ratified by the Senate. Canandaigua was settled in 1789 and was first incorporated in 1812.
# 1911 Encyclopædia Britannica/Cana

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​CANA, of Galilee, a village of Palestine remarkable as the home of Nathanael, and the scene of Christ’s “beginning of miracles” (John ii. I-II, iv. 46-54). Its site is unknown, but it is evident from the biblical narrative that it was in the neighbourhood of, and higher than, Capernaum. Opinion as to identification is fairly divided between Kefr Kenna and Kana-el-Jelil. The former, about 4 m. N.N.E. of Nazareth, contains a ruined church and a small Christian population; the latter is an uninhabited village about 9 m. N. of Nazareth, with no remains but a few cisterns.
# 1911 Encyclopædia Britannica/Canal Dover

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​CANAL DOVER, a city of Tuscarawas county, Ohio, U.S.A., on the Tuscarawas river, about 70 m. S. by E. of Cleveland. Pop. (1890) 3470; (1900) 5422 (930 foreign-born); (1910) 6621. It is served by the Baltimore & Ohio and the Pennsylvania railways, and by the Ohio canal, and is connected with Cleveland by an inter-urban electric line. It lies on a plateau about 880 ft. above sea-level and commands pleasant views of diversified scenery. Coal and iron ore abound in the vicinity, and the city manufactures iron, steel, tin plate, electrical and telephone supplies, shovels, boilers, leather, flour, brick and tile, salt, furniture and several kinds of vehicles. The municipality owns and operates its water-works. Canal Dover was laid out as a town in 1807, and was incorporated as a village in 1842, but its charter was soon allowed to lapse and was not revived until 1867. Canal Dover became a city under the Ohio municipal code of 1903.
# Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell/A Reminiscence

London: Smith, Elder and Co., pages 10–11
A REMINISCENCE.
Yes, thou art gone! and never more Thy sunny smile shall gladden me; But I may pass the old church door, And pace the floor that covers thee, ​May stand upon the cold, damp stone, And think that, frozen, lies below The lightest heart that I have known, The kindest I shall ever know.
Yet, though I cannot see thee more, 'Tis still a comfort to have seen; And though thy transient life is o'er, 'Tis sweet to think that thou hast been;
To think a soul so near divine, Within a form, so angel fair, United to a heart like thine, Has gladdened once our humble sphere.
Acton.
# Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell

POEMS
BY
CURRER, ELLIS, AND ACTON BELL.
LONDON:
SMITH, ELDER AND CO., 65, CORNHILL.
1846.
CONTENTS.
| | PAGE |
| Pilate's Wife's Dream | 1 |
| Faith and Despondency | 8 |
| A Reminiscence | 10 |
| Mementos | 11 |
| Stars | 21 |
| The Philosopher | 23 |
| The Arbour | 26 |
| Home | 27 |
| The Wife's Will | 28 |
| Remembrance | 31 |
| Vanitas Vanitatum, Omnia Vanitas | 33 |
| The Wood | 35 |
| A Death Scene | 40 |
| Song | 43 |
| The Penitent | 44 |
| Music on Christmas Morning | 45 |
| Frances | 46 |
| Anticipation | 56 |
| Stanzas | 59 |
| Gilbert | 60 |
| The Prisoner | 76 |
| If this be all | 80 |
| Life | 81 |
| Hope | 82 |
| Memory | 83 |
| The Letter | 86 |
| A Day-Dream | 89 |
| To Cowper | 92 |
| Regret | 94 |
| To Imagination | 96 |
| The Doubter's Prayer | 97 |
| Presentiment | 100 |
| How clear she shines | 103 |
| A Word to the Elect | 104 |
| The Teacher's Monologue | 107 |
| Sympathy | 110 |
| Past Days | 111 |
| Passion | 112 |
| Preference | 115 |
| Plead for Me | 118 |
| The Consolation | 120 |
| Evening Solace | 121 |
| Self-Interrogation | 123 |
| Lines composed in a Wood on a Windy Day | 125 |
| Stanzas | 126 |
| Death | 128 |
| Views of Life | 129 |
| Parting | 137 |
| Stanzas to —— | 138 |
| Appeal | 140 |
| Honour's Martyr | 148 |
| The Student's Life | 140 |
| Apostasy | 145 |
| Stanzas | 148 |
| The Captive Dove | 149 |
| Winter Stores | 151 |
| My Comforter | 153 |
| Self-Congratulation | 155 |
| The Missionary | 157 |
| The Old Stoic | 163 |
| Fluctuations | 164 |
# 1911 Encyclopædia Britannica/Bisley

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​BISLEY, a village of Surrey, England, 31/2 m. N.W. of Woking. The ranges of the National Rifle Association were transferred from Wimbledon here in 1890. (See Rifle.)
# 1911 Encyclopædia Britannica/Bismillah

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​BISMILLAH, an Arabic exclamation, meaning “in the name of God.”
# 1911 Encyclopædia Britannica/Bismuthite

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​BISMUTHITE, a somewhat rare mineral, consisting of bismuth trisulphide, Bi$_2$S$_3$. It crystallizes in the orthorhombic system and is isomorphous with stibnite (Sb$_2$S$_3$), which it closely resembles in appearance. It forms loose interlacing aggregates of acicular crystals without terminal faces (only in a single instance has a terminated crystal been observed), or as masses with a foliated or fibrous structure. An important character is the perfect cleavage in one direction parallel to the length of the needles. The colour is lead-grey inclining to tin-white and often with a yellowish or iridescent tarnish. The hardness is 2; specific gravity 6.4–6.5. Bismuthite occurs at several localities in Cornwall and Bolivia, often in association with native bismuth and tin-ores. Other localities are known; for instance, Brandy Gill in Caldbeck Fells, Cumberland, where with molybdenite and apatite it is embedded in white quartz. The mineral was known to A. Cronstedt in 1758, and was named bismuthine by F. S. Beudant in 1832. This name, which is also used in the forms bismuthite and bismuthinite, is rather unfortunate, since it is readily confused with bismite (bismuth oxide) and bismutite (basic bismuth carbonate), especially as the latter has also been used in the form bismuthite. The name bismuth-glance or bismutholamprite for the species under consideration is free from this objection. (L. J. S.)
# 1911 Encyclopædia Britannica/Bishārīn

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​BISHĀRĪN (the anc. Ichthyophagi), a nomad tribe of African “Arabs,” of Hamitic origin, dwelling in the eastern part of the Nubian desert. In the middle ages they were known as Beja (q.v.), and they are the most characteristic of the Nubian “Arabs.” With the Abābda and Hadendoa they represent the Blemmyes of classical writers. Linguistically and geographically the Bishārīn form a connecting link between the Hamitic populations and the Egyptians. Nominally they are Mahommedans. They, however, preserve some non-Islamic religious practices, and exhibit traces of animal-worship in their rule of never killing the serpent or the partridge, which are regarded as sacred.
# 1911 Encyclopædia Britannica/Bismarck, North Dakota

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​BISMARCK, the capital of North Dakota, U.S.A., and the county-seat of Burleigh county, on the E. bank of the Missouri river, in the S. central part of the state. Pop. (1890) 2186, (1900) 3319, of whom 746 were foreign-born, (1905) 4913, (1910) 5443. It is on the main line of the Northern Pacific, and on the Minneapolis, St Paul & Sault Ste Marie railways; and steamboats run from here to Mannhaven, Mercer county, and Fort Yates, Morton county. The city is about 1650 ft. above sea-level. It contains the state capitol, the state penitentiary, a U.S. land office, a U.S. surveyor-general’s office, a U.S. Indian school and a U.S. weather station; about a mile S. of the city is Fort Lincoln, a United States army post. Bismarck is the headquarters for navigation of the upper Missouri river, is situated in a good agricultural region, and has a large wholesale trade, shipping grain, hides, furs, wool and coal. It was founded in 1873, and was chartered as a city in 1876; from 1883 to 1889 it was the capital of Dakota Territory, on the division of which it became the capital of North Dakota.
# 1911 Encyclopædia Britannica/Bismarck Archipelago

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​BISMARCK ARCHIPELAGO, the collective name of a large number of islands lying N. and N.E. of New Guinea, between 1° and 7° S., and 146° and 153° E., belonging to Germany. The largest island is New Pomerania, and the archipelago also includes New Mecklenburg, New Hanover, with small attendant islands, the Admiralty Islands and a chain of islands off the coast of New Guinea, the whole system lying in the form of a great amphitheatre of oval shape. The archipelago was named in honour of the first chancellor of the German empire, after a German protectorate had been declared in 1884. (See Admiralty Islands, New Mecklenburg, New Pomerania, New Guinea.)