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# The Torrents of Spring (1987)

THE TORRENTS
OF SPRING
ERNEST HEMINGWAY
THE TORRENTS OF SPRING
ACROSS THE RIVER AND INTO THE TREES BY-LINE: ERNEST HEMINGWAY THE DANGEROUS AETERNOON DATELINE: TORONTO DEATH IN THE AFTERNOON A FAREWELL TO ARMS THE FIFTH COLUMN AND FOUR STORIES FOR WHOM THE BELL TOLLS THE GARDEN OF EDEN GREEN HILLS OF AFRICA THE HEMINGWAY READER IN OUR TIME ISLANDS IN THE STREAM MEN WITHOUT WOMEN A MOVEABLE FEAST THE NICK ADAMS STORIES THE OLD MAN AND THE SEA THE SHORT STORIES OF ERNEST HEMINGWAY THE SNOWS OF KILIMANJARO AND OTHER STORIES THE SUN ALSO RISES TO HAVE AND HAVE NOT WINNER TAKE NOTHING
THE
TORRENTS
OF SPRING
A Romantic Novel in Honor of the
Passing of a Great Race
by
ERNEST HEMINGWAY
And perhaps there is one reason why a comic writer should of all others be the least excused for deviating from nature, since it may not be always so easy for a serious poet to meet with the great and the admirable; but life everywhere furnishes an accurate observer with the ridiculous.
HENRY FIELDING
CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS
MACMILLAN PUBLISHING COMPANY
NEW YORK
Copyright 1926 Charles Scribner's Sons; renewal copyright 1954 Ernest Hemingway
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data Hemingway, Ernest, 1899—1961. The torrents of spring. I. Title. PS3515.E37T651987813′.5287-14448 ISBN 0-02-550750-8
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# The Tone of Time

* "The Tone of Time" in Scribner's Magazine 28 (5) (November 1900): 624–634.
    — First publication in any form
* "The Tone of Time" in The Better Sort (London: Methuen & Co., 1903): 50–67.
    — First English book edition
* "The Tone of Time" in The Better Sort (New York: Charles Scribner's Sons, 1903): 68–92.
    — First American book edition
* "The Tone of Time" in Lord Beaupré, The Visits, The Wheel of Time and Other Tales (London: Macmillan & Co., 1923): 449–475.
    — Volume 27 of The Novels and Stories of Henry James, the first posthumous collection of James' works; uses the "New York Edition" text.
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 1/The Cornelian

THE CORNELIAN.
1.
No specious splendour of this stone Endears it to my memory ever; With lustre only once it shone, And blushes modest as the giver.
2.
Some, who can sneer at friendship's ties, Have, for my weakness, oft reprov'd me; Yet still the simple gift I prize, For I am sure, the giver lov'd me.
3.
He offer'd it with downcast look, As fearful that I might refuse it; I told him, when the gift I took, My only fear should be, to lose it.
4.
This pledge attentively I view'd, And sparkling as I held it near, Methought one drop the stone bedew'd, And, ever since, I've lov'd a tear.
5.
Still, to adorn his humble youth, Nor wealth nor birth their treasures yield; But he, who seeks the flowers of truth, Must quit the garden, for the field.
6.
'Tis not the plant uprear'd in sloth, Which beauty shews, and sheds perfume; The flowers, which yield the most of both, In Nature's wild luxuriance bloom.
7.
Had Fortune aided Nature's care. For once forgetting to be blind, His would have been an ample share, If well proportioned to his mind.
8.
But had the Goddess clearly seen, His form had fix'd her fickle breast; Her countless hoards would his have been, And none remain'd to give the rest.
* ↑ [The cornelian was a present from his friend Edleston, a Cambridge chorister, afterwards a clerk in a mercantile house in London. Edleston died of consumption, May 11, 1811. (See letter from Byron to Miss Pigot, October 28, 1811.) Their acquaintance began by Byron saving him from drowning. (MS. note by the Rev. W. Harness.)]
* ↑ But blushes modest.—[4to]
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 1/The Tear

THE TEAR.
O lachrymarum fons, tenero sacros Ducentium ortus ex animo; quater Felix! in imo qui scatentem Pectore te, pia Nympha, sensit.
Gray, Alcaic Fragment.
1.
When Friendship or Love Our sympathies move; When Truth, in a glance, should appear, ​The lips may beguile, With a dimple or smile, But the test of affection's a Tear.
2.
Too oft is a smile But the hypocrite's wile, To mask detestation, or fear; Give me the soft sigh, Whilst the soul-telling eye Is dimm'd, for a time, with a Tear.
3.
Mild Charity's glow, To us mortals below, Shows the soul from barbarity clear; Compassion will melt, Where this virtue is felt, And its dew is diffused in a Tear.
4.
The man, doom'd to sail With the blast of the gale, Through billows Atlantic to steer, As he bends o'er the wave Which may soon be his grave, The green sparkles bright with a Tear.
5.
The Soldier braves death For a fanciful wreath In Glory's romantic career; But he raises the foe When in battle laid low, And bathes every wound with a Tear.
6.
If, with high-bounding pride, He return to his bride! Renouncing the gore-crimson'd spear; All his toils are repaid When, embracing the maid, From her eyelid he kisses the Tear.
7.
Sweet scene of my youth! Seat of Friendship and Truth, Where Love chas'd each fast-fleeting year; to leave thee, I mourn'd, For a last look I turn'd, But thy spire was scarce seen through a Tear.
8.
Though my vows I can pour, To my Mary no more, My Mary, to Love once so dear, In the shade of her bow'r, I remember the hour, She rewarded those vows with a Tear.
9.
By another possest, May she live ever blest! Her name still my heart must revere: With a sigh I resign, What I once thought was mine, And forgive her deceit with a Tear.
10.
Ye friends of my heart, Ere from you I depart, This hope to my breast is most near: If again we shall meet, In this rural retreat, May we meet, as we part, with a Tear.
11.
When my soul wings her flight To the regions of night, And my corse shall recline on its bier; ​As ye pass by the tomb, Where my ashes consume, Oh! moisten their dust with a Tear.
12.
May no marble bestow The splendour of woe, Which the children of Vanity rear; No fiction of fame Shall blazon my name, All I ask, all I wish, is a Tear.
October 26, 1806.
* ↑ [The motto was prefixed in Hours of Idleness.]
* ↑ When with high-bounding pride, He returns ——.—[4to]
* ↑ [Harrow.]
* ↑ [Miss Chaworth was married in 1805.]
* ↑ And my body shall sleep on its bier.—[4to. P. on V. Occasions.]
* ↑ Byron, October 26, 1806.—[4to]
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 1/The First Kiss of Love

THE FIRST KISS OF LOVE.
Ἁ βάρβιτος δὲ χορδαῖς Ἔρωτα μοῦνον ἠχεῖ.
Anacreon [Ode 1].
1.
Away with your fictions of flimsy romance, Those tissues of falsehood which Folly has wove; Give me the mild beam of the soul-breathing glance, Or the rapture which dwells on the first kiss of love.
2.
Ye rhymers, whose bosoms with fantasy glow, Whose pastoral passions are made for the grove; From what blest inspiration your sonnets would flow, Could you ever have tasted the first kiss of love.
3.
If Apollo should e'er his assistance refuse, Or the Nine be dispos'd from your service to rove, Invoke them no more, bid adieu to the Muse, And try the effect, of the first kiss of love.
4.
I hate you, ye cold compositions of art, Though prudes may condemn me, and bigots reprove; I court the effusions that spring from the heart, Which throbs, with delight, to the first kiss of love.
5.
Your shepherds, your flocks, those fantastical themes, Perhaps may amuse, yet they never can move: Arcadia displays but a region of dreams; What are visions like these, to the first kiss of love?
6.
Oh! cease to affirm that man, since his birth, From Adam, till now, has with wretchedness strove; Some portion of Paradise still is on earth, And Eden revives, in the first kiss of love.
7.
When age chills the blood, when our pleasures are past— For years fleet away with the wings of the dove— The dearest remembrance will still be the last, Our sweetest memorial, the first kiss of love.
December 23, 1806.
* ↑ [The motto was prefixed in Hours of Idleness.]
* ↑ Moriah those air dreams and types has o'er wove.—[MS. Newstead.] Those tissues of fancy Moriah has wove.—[P. on V. Occasions.] ↑ 1. Moriah is the "Goddess of Folly."
* ↑ Ye rhymers, who sing as if seated on snow.—[P. on V. Occasions.]
* ↑ With what blest inspiration.—[MS. P. on V. Occasions.]
* ↑ Which glows with delight at.—[MS.]
* ↑ Your shepherds, your pipes.—[MS. P. on V. Occasions.]
* ↑ Arcadia yields but a legion of dreams.—[MS.]
* ↑ —— that man from his birth.—[MS. P. on V. Occasions.]
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 1/The Prayer of Nature

THE PRAYER OF NATURE.
1.
Father of Light! great God of Heaven! Hear'st thou the accents of despair? Can guilt like man's be e'er forgiven? Can vice atone for crimes by prayer?
2.
Father of Light, on thee I call! Thou see'st my soul is dark within; Thou, who canst mark the sparrow's fall, Avert from me the death of sin.
3.
No shrine I seek, to sects unknown; Oh, point to me the path of truth! Thy dread Omnipotence I own; Spare, yet amend, the faults of youth.
4.
Let bigots rear a gloomy fane, Let Superstition hail the pile, Let priests, to spread their sable reign, With tales of mystic rites beguile.
5.
Shall man confine his Maker's sway To Gothic domes of mouldering stone? Thy temple is the face of day; Earth, Ocean, Heaven thy boundless throne.
6.
Shall man condemn his race to Hell, Unless they bend in pompous form? Tell us that all, for one who fell, Must perish in the mingling storm?
7.
Shall each pretend to reach the skies, Yet doom his brother to expire, Whose soul a different hope supplies, Or doctrines less severe inspire?
8.
Shall these, by creeds they can't expound, Prepare a fancied bliss or woe? Shall reptiles, groveling on the ground, Their great Creator's purpose know?
9.
Shall those, who live for self alone, Whose years float on in daily crime— Shall they, by Faith, for guilt atone, And live beyond the bounds of Time?
10.
Father! no prophet's laws I seek,— Thy laws in Nature's works appear;— I own myself corrupt and weak, Yet will I pray for thou wilt hear!
11.
Thou, who canst guide the wandering star, Through trackless realms of æther's space; Who calm'st the elemental war, Whose hand from pole to pole I trace:
12.
Thou, who in wisdom plac'd me here, Who, when thou wilt, canst take me hence, Ah! whilst I tread this earthly sphere, Extend to me thy wide defence.
13.
To Thee, my God, to thee I call! Whatever weal or woe betide, By thy command I rise or fall, In thy protection I confide.
14.
If, when this dust to dust's restor'd, My soul shall float on airy wing, How shall thy glorious Name ador'd Inspire her feeble voice to sing!
15.
But, if this fleeting spirit share With clay the Grave's eternal bed, While Life yet throbs I raise my prayer, Though doom'd no more to quit the dead.
16.
To Thee I breathe my humble strain, Grateful for all thy mercies past, And hope, my God, to thee again This erring life may fly at last.
December 29, 1806.
* ↑ [These stanzas were first published in Moore's Letters and Journals of Lord Byron, 1830, i. 106.]
* ↑ Shall these who live for self alone, Whose years fleet on in daily crime— Shall these by Faith for guilt atone, Exist beyond the bounds of Time?—[MS. Newstead.]
* ↑ My hope, my God, in thee again This erring life will fly at last.—[MS. Newstead.]
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 1/Stanzas to a Lady, on Leaving England

STANZAS TO A LADY, ON LEAVING ENGLAND.
1.
'Tis done—and shivering in the gale The bark unfurls her snowy sail; And whistling o'er the bending mast, Loud sings on high the fresh'ning blast; And I must from this land be gone, Because I cannot love but one.
2.
But could I be what I have been, And could I see what I have seen— Could I repose upon the breast Which once my warmest wishes blest— I should not seek another zone, Because I cannot love but one.
3.
'Tis long since I beheld that eye Which gave me bliss or misery; And I have striven, but in vain, Never to think of it again: For though I fly from Albion, I still can only love but one.
4.
As some lone bird, without a mate, My weary heart is desolate; I look around, and cannot trace One friendly smile or welcome face, And ev'n in crowds am still alone, Because I cannot love but one.
5.
And I will cross the whitening foam, And I will seek a foreign home; ​Till I forget a false fair face, I ne'er shall find a resting-place; My own dark thoughts I cannot shun, But ever love, and love but one.
6.
The poorest, veriest wretch on earth Still finds some hospitable hearth, Where Friendship's or Love's softer glow May smile in joy or soothe in woe; But friend or leman I have none, Because I cannot love but one.
7.
I go—but wheresoe'er I flee There's not an eye will weep for me; There's not a kind congenial heart, Where I can claim the meanest part; Nor thou, who hast my hopes undone, Wilt sigh, although I love but one.
8.
To think of every early scene, Of what we are, and what we've been, Would whelm some softer hearts with woe— But mine, alas! has stood the blow; Yet still beats on as it begun, And never truly loves but one.
9.
And who that dear lov'd one may be, Is not for vulgar eyes to see; And why that early love was cross'd, Thou know'st the best, I feel the most; But few that dwell beneath the sun Have loved so long, and loved but one.
10.
I've tried another's fetters too, With charms perchance as fair to view; And I would fain have loved as well, But some unconquerable spell Forbade my bleeding breast to own A kindred care for aught but one.
11.
'Twould soothe to take one lingering view, And bless thee in my last adieu; Yet wish I not those eyes to weep For him that wanders o'er the deep; His home, his hope, his youth are gone, Yet still he loves, and loves but one.
1809. [First published, 1809.]
* ↑ To Mrs. Musters.—[MS.] To —— on Leaving England.—[Imit. and Transl., p. 227.]
* ↑ But friend or lover I have none.—[Imit. and Transl., p. 229.]
* ↑ Though wheresoe'er my bark may run, I love but thee, I love but one.—[Imit. and Transl., p. 230.] The land recedes his Bark is gone. Yet still he loves and loves but one.—[MS.]
* ↑ Yet far away he loves but one.—[MS.]
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 1/Stanzas to a Lady, with the Poems of Camoëns

STANZAS TO A LADY, WITH THE POEMS OF CAMOËNS.
1.
This votive pledge of fond esteem, Perhaps, dear girl! for me thou'lt prize; It sings of Love's enchanting dream, A theme we never can despise.
2.
Who blames it but the envious fool, The old and disappointed maid? Or pupil of the prudish school, In single sorrow doom'd to fade?
3.
Then read, dear Girl! with feeling read, For thou wilt ne'er be one of those; To thee, in vain, I shall not plead In pity for the Poet's woes.
4.
He was, in sooth, a genuine Bard; His was no faint, fictitious flame: Like his, may Love be thy reward, But not thy hapless fate the same.
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 3/Hebrew Melodies/Sun of the Sleepless!

SUN OF THE SLEEPLESS!
Sun of the sleepless! melancholy star! Whose tearful beam glows tremulously far, That show'st the darkness thou canst not dispel, How like art thou to Joy remembered well! So gleams the past, the light of other days, Which shines, but warms not with its powerless rays: A night-beam Sorrow watcheth to behold, Distinct, but distant—clear—but, oh how cold!
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 3/Hebrew Melodies/The Destruction of Sennacherib

THE DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB.
I.
The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
II.
Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen; ​Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
III.
For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed; And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved—and for ever grew still!
IV.
And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.
V.
And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail: And the tents were all silent—the banners alone— The lances unlifted—the trumpet unblown.
VI.
And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!
Seaham, Feb. 17, 1815.
* ↑ [Compare— "As leaves in autumn, so the bodies fell." The Barons' Wars, by Michael Drayton, Bk. II. stanza lvii.; Anderson's British Poets, iii, 38.]
* ↑ And the foam of his bridle lay cold on the earth.—[MS.]
* ↑ —— of the cliff-beating surf.—[MS.]
* ↑ With the crow on his breast.—[MS.]
* ↑ And the widows of Babel ——.—[MS. erased.]
* ↑ And the voices of Israel are joyous and high.—[MS. erased.]
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 3/Hebrew Melodies/Thy Days are done

THY DAYS ARE DONE.
I.
Thy days are done, thy fame begun; Thy country's strains record The triumphs of her chosen Son, The slaughters of his sword! The deeds he did, the fields he won, The freedom he restored!
II.
Though thou art fall'n, while we are free Thou shalt not taste of death! The generous blood that flowed from thee Disdained to sink beneath: Within our veins its currents be, Thy spirit on our breath!
III.
Thy name, our charging hosts along, Shall be the battle-word! ​Thy fall, the theme of choral song From virgin voices poured! To weep would do thy glory wrong: Thou shalt not be deplored.
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 3/Hebrew Melodies/Vision of Belshazzar

VISION OF BELSHAZZAR.
I.
The King was on his throne, The Satraps thronged the hall: A thousand bright lamps shone O'er that high festival. A thousand cups of gold, In Judah deemed divine— Jehovah's vessels hold The godless Heathen's wine!
II.
In that same hour and hall, The fingers of a hand Came forth against the wall, And wrote as if on sand: The fingers of a man;— A solitary hand Along the letters ran, And traced them like a wand.
III.
The monarch saw, and shook, And bade no more rejoice; All bloodless waxed his look, And tremulous his voice. "Let the men of lore appear, The wisest of the earth, ​And expound the words of fear, Which mar our royal mirth."
IV.
Chaldea's seers are good, But here they have no skill; And the unknown letters stood Untold and awful still. And Babel's men of age Are wise and deep in lore; But now they were not sage, They saw—but knew no more.
V.
A captive in the land, A stranger and a youth, He heard the King's command, He saw that writing's truth. The lamps around were bright, The prophecy in view; He read it on that night,— The morrow proved it true.
VI.
"Belshazzar's grave is made, His kingdom passed away, He, in the balance weighed, Is light and worthless clay; The shroud, his robe of state, His canopy the stone; The Mede is at his gate! The Persian on his throne!"
* ↑ [Compare the lines entitled "Belshazzar" (vide post, p. 421), and Don Juan, Canto III. stanza lxv.]
* ↑ —— in the hall.—[Copy.]
* ↑ In Israel ——.—[Copy.]
* ↑ [It was not in his youth, but in extreme old age, that Daniel interpreted the "writing on the wall."]
* ↑ Oh king thy grave ——.—[Copy erased.]
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 3/Hebrew Melodies/Were my Bosom as False as thou deem'st it to be

WERE MY BOSOM AS FALSE AS THOU DEEM'ST IT TO BE.
I.
Were my bosom as false as thou deem'st it to be, I need not have wandered from far Galilee; It was but abjuring my creed to efface The curse which, thou say'st, is the crime of my race.
II.
If the bad never triumph, then God is with thee! If the slave only sin—thou art spotless and free! If the Exile on earth is an Outcast on high, Live on in thy faith—but in mine I will die.
III.
I have lost for that faith more than thou canst bestow, As the God who permits thee to prosper doth know; In his hand is my heart and my hope—and in thine The land and the life which for him I resign.
Seaham, 1815.
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 3/Hebrew Melodies/Song of Saul before his Last Battle

SONG OF SAUL BEFORE HIS LAST BATTLE.
I.
Warriors and chiefs! should the shaft or the sword Pierce me in leading the host of the Lord, Heed not the corse, though a King's, in your path: Bury your steel in the bosoms of Gath!
II.
Thou who art bearing my buckler and bow, Should the soldiers of Saul look away from the foe, ​Stretch me that moment in blood at thy feet! Mine be the doom which they dared not to meet.
III.
Farewell to others, but never we part, Heir to my Royalty—Son of my heart! Bright is the diadem, boundless the sway, Or kingly the death, which awaits us to-day!
Seaham, 1815.
* ↑ Heed not the carcase that lies in your path.—[MS. Copy (1).]
* ↑ —— my shield and my bow, Should the ranks of your king look away from the foe.—[MS.]
* ↑ Heir to my monarchy ——.—[MS.] Note to Heir—Jonathan.—[Copy.]
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 3/Hebrew Melodies/When Coldness wraps this Suffering Clay

WHEN COLDNESS WRAPS THIS SUFFERING CLAY.
I.
When coldness wraps this suffering clay, Ah! whither strays the immortal mind? It cannot die, it cannot stay, But leaves its darkened dust behind. Then, unembodied, doth it trace By steps each planet's heavenly way?
​Or fill at once the realms of space, A thing of eyes, that all survey?
II.
Eternal—boundless,—undecayed, A thought unseen, but seeing all, All, all in earth, or skies displayed, Shall it survey, shall it recall: Each fainter trace that Memory holds So darkly of departed years, In one broad glance the Soul beholds, And all, that was, at once appears.
III.
Before Creation peopled earth, Its eye shall roll through chaos back; And where the farthest heaven had birth, The Spirit trace its rising track. And where the future mars or makes, Its glance dilate o'er all to be, While Sun is quenched—or System breaks, Fixed in its own Eternity.
IV.
Above or Love—Hope—Hate—or Fear, It lives all passionless and pure: An age shall fleet like earthly year; Its years as moments shall endure. Away—away—without a wing, O'er all—through all—its thought shall fly, A nameless and eternal thing, Forgetting what it was to die.
Seaham, 1815.
* ↑ When this corroding clay is gone.—[MS. erased.]
* ↑ The stars in their eternal way.—[MS. L. erased.]
* ↑ A conscious light that can pervade.—[MS. erased.]