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# Astrophel and Other Poems/To a Cat

First published in The Athenæum, December 30th, 1893, p. 914.
TO A CAT.
I.
Condescend Here to sit by me, and turn Glorious eyes that smile and burn, Golden eyes, love's lustrous meed, On the golden page I read.
All your wondrous wealth of hair, Dark and fair, Silken-shaggy, soft and bright As the clouds and beams of night, Pays my reverent hand's caress Back with friendlier gentleness.
Dogs may fawn on all and some As they come; You, a friend of loftier mind, Answer friends alone in kind. Just your foot upon my hand Softly bids it understand.
Morning round this silent sweet Garden-seat Sheds its wealth of gathering light, Thrills the gradual clouds with might, Changes woodland, orchard, heath, Lawn, and garden there beneath.
Fair and dim they gleamed below: Now they glow Deep as even your sunbright eyes, Fair as even the wakening skies. Can it not or can it be Now that you give thanks to see?
May not you rejoice as I, Seeing the sky Change to heaven revealed, and bid Earth reveal the heaven it hid All night long from stars and moon, Now the sun sets all in tune?
What within you wakes with day Who can say? All too little may we tell, Friends who like each other well, What might haply, if we might, Bid us read our lives aright.
II.
Flashed like fires; Fair as flame and fierce and fleet As with wings on wingless feet Shone and sprang your mother, free, Bright and brave as wind or sea.
Free and proud and glad as they, Here to-day Rests or roams their radiant child, Vanquished not, but reconciled, Free from curb of aught above Save the lovely curb of love.
Love through dreams of souls divine Fain would shine Round a dawn whose light and song Then should right our mutual wrong— Speak, and seal the love-lit law Sweet Assisi's seer foresaw.
Dreams were theirs; yet haply may Dawn a day When such friends and fellows born, Seeing our earth as fair at morn, May for wiser love's sake see More of heaven's deep heart than we.
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# Astrophel and Other Poems/The Palace of Pan

First published in The Nineteenth Century, October 1893, pp. 501-503.
THE PALACE OF PAN.
Inscribed to my Mother.
September, all glorious with gold, as a king In the radiance of triumph attired, Outlightening the summer, outsweetening the spring, Broods wide on the woodlands with limitless wing, A presence of all men desired.
Far eastward and westward the sun-coloured lands Smile warm as the light on them smiles; And statelier than temples upbuilded with hands, Tall column by column, the sanctuary stands Of the pine-forest's infinite aisles.
Mute worship, too fervent for praise or for prayer, Possesses the spirit with peace, Fulfilled with the breath of the luminous air, The fragrance, the silence, the shadows as fair As the rays that recede or increase.
Ridged pillars that redden aloft and aloof, With never a branch for a nest, Sustain the sublime indivisible roof, To the storm and the sun in his majesty proof, And awful as waters at rest.
Man's hand hath not measured the height of them; thought May measure not, awe may not know; In its shadow the woofs of the woodland are wrought; As a bird is the sun in the toils of them caught, And the flakes of it scattered as snow.
As the shreds of a plumage of gold on the ground The sun-flakes by multitudes lie, Shed loose as the petals of roses discrowned On the floors of the forest engilt and embrowned And reddened afar and anigh.
Dim centuries with darkling inscrutable hands Have reared and secluded the shrine For gods that we know not, and kindled as brands On the altar the years that are dust, and their sands Time's glass has forgotten for sign.
A temple whose transepts are measured by miles, Whose chancel has morning for priest, Whose floor-work the foot of no spoiler defiles, Whose musical silence no music beguiles, No festivals limit its feast.
The noon's ministration, the night's and the dawn's, Conceals not, reveals not for man, On the slopes of the herbless and blossomless lawns, Some track of a nymph's or some trail of a faun's To the place of the slumber of Pan.
Thought, kindled and quickened by worship and wonder To rapture too sacred for fear On the ways that unite or divide them in sunder, Alone may discern if about them or under Be token or trace of him here.
With passionate awe that is deeper than panic The spirit subdued and unshaken Takes heed of the godhead terrene and Titanic Whose footfall is felt on the breach of volcanic Sharp steeps that their fire has forsaken.
By a spell more serene than the dim necromantic Dead charms of the past and the night, Or the terror that lurked in the noon to make frantic Where Etna takes shape from the limbs of gigantic Dead gods disanointed of might,
The spirit made one with the spirit whose breath Makes noon in the woodland sublime Abides as entranced in a presence that saith Things loftier than life and serener than death, Triumphant and silent as time.
Pine Ridge: September 1893
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# Astrophel and Other Poems/The Ballad of Melicertes

First published in The Athenæum, June 27th, 1891, p. 828.
THE BALLAD OF MELICERTES.
In Memory of Theodore de Banville.
Death, a light outshining life, bids heaven resume Star by star the souls whose light made earth divine. Death, a night outshining day, sees burn and bloom Flower by flower, and sun by sun, the fames that shine Deathless, higher than life beheld their sovereign sign. Dead Simonides of Ceos, late restored, Given again of God, again by man deplored, Shone but yestereve, a glory frail as breath. Frail? But fame's breath quickens, kindles, keeps in ward, Life so sweet as this that dies and casts off death.
Mother's love, and rapture of the sea, whose womb Breeds eternal life of joy that stings like brine, Pride of song, and joy to dare the singer's doom, Sorrow soft as sleep and laughter bright as wine, Flushed and filled with fragrant fire his lyric line. As the sea-shell utters, like a stricken chord, Music uttering all the sea's within it stored, Poet well-beloved, whose praise our sorrow saith, So thy songs retain thy soul, and so record Life so sweet as this that dies and casts off death.
Side by side we mourned at Gautier's golden tomb: Here in spirit now I stand and mourn at thine. Yet no breath of death strikes thence, no shadow of gloom, Only light more bright than gold of the inmost mine, Only steam of incense warm from love's own shrine.
Not the darkling stream, the sundering Stygian ford, Not the hour that smites and severs as a sword, Not the night subduing light that perisheth, Smite, subdue, divide from us by doom abhorred, Life so sweet as this that dies and casts off death.
Prince of song more sweet than honey, lyric lord, Not thy France here only mourns a light adored, One whose love-lit fame the world inheriteth. Strangers too, now brethren, hail with heart's accord Life so sweet as this that dies and casts off death.
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# Astrophel and Other Poems/The Festival of Beatrice

First published (as "Beatrice") in The Athenæum, June 7th, 1890, p. 736.
THE FESTIVAL OF BEATRICE.
Dante, sole standing on the heavenward height, Beheld and heard one saying, "Behold me well: I am, I am Beatrice." Heaven and hell Kept silence, and the illimitable light Of all the stars was darkness in his sight Whose eyes beheld her eyes again, and fell Shame-stricken. Since her soul took flight to dwell In heaven, six hundred years have taken flight.
And now that heavenliest part of earth whereon Shines yet their shadow as once their presence shone To her bears witness for his sake, as he For hers bare witness when her face was gone: No slave, no hospice now for grief--but free From shore to mountain and from Alp to sea.
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# Astrophel and Other Poems/The Monument of Giordano Bruno

First published (as “Giordano Bruno. June 9th, 1889”) in The Athenæum, June 15th, 1889, p. 758.
THE MONUMENT OF GIORDANO BRUNO.
I.
Comes or can ever come upon us light Whereby the soul keeps ever truth in sight. No truth, no strength, no comfort man may win, No grace for guidance, no release from sin, Save of his own soul's giving. Deep and bright As fire enkindled in the core of night Burns in the soul where once its fire has been The light that leads and quickens thought, inspired To doubt and trust and conquer. So he said Whom Sidney, flower of England, lordliest head Of all we love, loved: but the fates required A sacrifice to hate and hell, ere fame Should set with his in heaven Giordano's name.
II.
Grey spouse of Satan, Church of name abhorred. Weep, withered harlot, with thy weeping lord, Now none will buy the heaven thou hast to sell At price of prostituted souls, and swell Thy loveless list of lovers. Fire and sword No more are thine: the steel, the wheel, the cord, The flames that rose round living limbs, and fell In lifeless ash and ember, now no more Approve thee godlike. Rome, redeemed at last From all the red pollution of thy past, Acclaims the grave bright face that smiled of yore Even on the fire that caught it round and clomb To cast its ashes on the face of Rome.
June 9, 1889.
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# Astrophel and Other Poems/The Union

First published in The Nineteenth Century, May, 1893, pp. 725-726.
THE UNION.
I.
God, who girt her with the sea, Bade our Commonweal to be: Nought, if now not one. Though fraud and fear would sever The bond assured for ever, Their shameful strength shall never Undo what heaven has done.
II.
Watch the ravens flock to feast, Dense as round some death-struck beast, Black as night is black.
Stand fast as faith together In stress of treacherous weather When hounds and wolves break tether And Treason guides the pack.
III.
Glorious Ireland, sword and song Gird and crown thee: none may wrong, Save thy sons alone. The sea that laughs around us Hath sundered not but bound us: The sun's first rising found us Throned on its equal throne.
IV.
All true hearts that wish thee best Beat one tune and own one quest, Staunch and sure as steel.
God guard from dark disunion Our threefold State's communion, God save the loyal Union, The royal Commonweal!
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# Astrophel and Other Poems/Threnody (1)

First published {as Threnody, Alfred Lord Tennyson, October 6th, 1892) in The Nineteenth Century, January, 1893, pp. 1-3.
THRENODY.
October 6, 1892.
I.
and ruled its breath, Changed it, bade it be glad or sad, and hear what
change in the world's ear saith, Shines more fair in the starrier air whose glory lightens
the dusk of death.
Suns that sink on the wan sea's brink, and moons that
kindle and flame and fade, Leave more clear for the darkness here the stars that set
not and see not shade Rise and rise on the lowlier skies by rule of sunlight and moonlight swayed.
So, when night for his eyes grew bright, his proud head
pillowed on Shakespeare's breast, Hand in hand with him, soon to stand where shine the
glories that death loves best, Passed the light of his face from sight, and sank
sublimely to radiant rest.
II.
voiceless praise, Shines for ever the name that never shall feel the shade
of the changeful days Fall and chill the delight that still sees winter's light on
it shine like May's.
Strong as death is the dark day's breath whose blast has
withered the life we see Here where light is the child of night, and less than
visions or dreams are we: Strong as death; but a word, a breath, a dream is
stronger than death can be.
Strong as truth and superb in youth eternal, fair as the sundawn's flame Seen when May on her first-born day bids earth exult in her radiant name, Lives, clothed round with its praise and crowned with love that dies not, his love-lit fame.
III.
the songs that rang Loud through heaven from the choral Seven when all the stars of the morning sang, Shines the song that we loved so long—since first such
love in us flamed and sprang.
England glows as a sunlit rose from mead to mountain,
from sea to sea, Bright with love and with pride above all taint of sorrow
that needs must be, Needs must live for an hour, and give its rainbow's glory
to lawn and lea.
Not through tears shall the new-born years behold him,
crowned with applause of men, Pass at last from a lustrous past to life that lightens beyond their ken, Glad and dead, and from earthward led to sunward,
guided of Imogen.
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# Astrophel and Other Poems/Threnody (2)

First published in The Athenæum, December 13th, 1890, p. 816.
THRENODY.
Watching here alone by the fire whereat last year Sat with me the friend that a week since yet was near, That a week has borne so far and hid so deep, Woe am I that I may not weep, May not yearn to behold him here.
Shame were mine, and little the love I bore him were, Now to mourn that better he fares than love may fare Which desires, and would not have indeed, its will, Would not love him so worse than ill, Would not clothe him again with care.
Yet can love not choose but remember, hearts but ache, Eyes but darken, only for one vain thought's poor sake, For the thought that by this hearth's now lonely side Two fast friends, on the day he died, Looked once more for his hand to take.
Let thy soul forgive them, and pardon heal the sin, Though their hearts be heavy to think what then had been, The delight that never while they live may be— Love's communion of speech with thee, Soul and speech with the soul therein.
O my friend, O brother, a glory veiled and marred! Never love made moan for a life more evil-starred. Was it envy, chance, or chance-compelling fate, Whence thy spirit was bruised so late, Bowed so heavily, bound so hard?
Now released, it may be,—if only love might know— Filled and fired with sight, it beholds us blind and low With a pity keener yet, if that may be, Even than ever was this that we Felt, when love of thee wrought us woe.
None may tell the depths and the heights of life and death. What we may we give thee: a word that sorrow saith, And that none will heed save sorrow: scarce a song. All we may, who have loved thee long, Take: the best we can give is breath.
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# Appletons' Cyclopædia of American Biography/Burley, Bennett G.

Edition of 1900.
​BURLEY, Bennett G., Confederate naval officer. On 19 Sept., 1864, assisted by Capt. Bell and others, he captured the steamer “Philo Parsons,” plying between Detroit and Sandusky, when about two miles from Kelly's island, off the Ohio coast. ​Subsequently another American steamer, the “Island Queen,” was captured by Burley and his party, and after her passengers, including twenty-five U. S. soldiers, had been made prisoners and transferred to the “Philo Parsons,” the “Island Queen” was sent adrift. The “Philo Parsons” was afterward taken to Sandwich, on the Canadian shore, and left there. Burley was arrested, and the evidence produced at the extradition trial at Toronto in his case rendered it manifest that he was acting under the authority of the southern confederacy in the capture of the steamers; that the immediate object was the capture of the U. S. war-vessel “Michigan,” guarding Johnson's island: and the ultimate object, the taking of Johnson's island and the liberation of the 3,000 Confederate soldiers imprisoned there. That all this was not attempted by Burley and his comrades was probably owing to the fact of his discovery of the hazardous and seemingly impossible character of the undertaking, after he had captured the “Philo Parsons” and the “Island Queen.” After some diplomatic correspondence between the British government and that of the United States, Burley was surrendered to the authorities of the latter, under the provisions of the extradition treaty, the plea of “belligerent rights” in his behalf by Jefferson Davis not being regarded by the court as sufficient to free him from the crime of robbery charged against him in the indictment.
# Appletons' Cyclopædia of American Biography/Burns, Anthony

Edition of 1900.
​BURNS, Anthony, fugitive slave, b. in Virginia about 1830; d. in St. Catharines, Canada, 27 July, 1862. He effected his escape from slavery in Virginia, and was at work in Boston in the winter of 1853-'4. On 23 May, 1854, the U. S. house of representatives passed the Kansas-Nebraska bill repealing the Missouri compromise, and permitting the extension of negro slavery, which had been restricted since 1820. The news caused great indignation throughout the free states, especially in Boston, where the anti-slavery party had its headquarters. Just at this crisis Burns was arrested by U. S. Marshal Watson Freeman, under the provisions of the fugitive-slave act, on a warrant sworn out by Charles F. Suttle. He was confined in the Boston court-house under a strong guard, and on 25 May was taken before U. S. Commissioner Loring for examination. Through the efforts of Wendell Phillips and Theodore Parker, an adjournment was secured to 27 May, and in the mean time a mass-meeting was called at Faneuil hall, and the U. S. marshal summoned a large posse of extra deputies, who were armed and stationed in and about the court-house to guard against an expected attempt at the rescue of Burns. The meeting at Faneuil hall was addressed by the most prominent men of Boston, and could hardly be restrained from adjourning in a body to storm the court-house. While this assembly was in session, a premature attempt to rescue Burns was made under the leadership of Thomas W. Higginson. A door of the court-house was battered in, one of the deputies was killed in the fight, and Col. Higginson and others of the assailants were wounded. A call for re-enforcements was sent to Faneuil hall, but in the confusion it never reached the chairman. On the next day the examination was held before Commissioner Loring, Richard H. Dana and Charles M. Ellis appearing for the prisoner. The evidence showed that Burns was amenable under the law, and his surrender to his master was ordered. When the decision was made known, many houses were draped in black, and the state of popular feeling was such that the government directed that the prisoner be sent to Virginia on board the revenue cutter “Morris.” He was escorted to the wharf by a strong guard, through streets packed with excited crowds. At the wharf the tumult seemed about to culminate in riot, when the Rev. Daniel Foster (who was killed in action early in the civil war) exclaimed, “Let us pray!” and silence fell upon the multitude, who stood with uncovered heads, while Burns was hurried on board the cutter. A more impressively dramatic ending, or one more characteristic of an excited but law-abiding and God-fearing New England community, could hardly be conceived for this famous case. Burns afterward studied at Oberlin college, and eventually became a Baptist minister, and settled in Canada, where, during the closing years of his life, he presided over a congregation of his own color. See “Anthony Burns, A History,” by C. E. Stevens (Boston, 1854).
# Appletons' Cyclopædia of American Biography/Bunce, Oliver Bell

Edition of 1900.
​BUNCE, Oliver Bell, author, b. in New York city, 8 Feb., 1828; d. there, 15 May, 1890. He was educated at Rand's academy, in New York, and was for twenty years a bookseller and publisher. His first book was "The Romance of the Revolution," a compilation of revolutionary incidents and anecdotes (New York, 1852). His other works include "A Bachelor's Story" (1859); "Life Before Him" (1860); "Bensley" (1863)—the last, two published anonymously; "Bachelor Bluff," a collection of social and literary essays (1882); "Don't," a small book on manners, of which more than 85,000 copies were sold in the United States, and there are several English editions (1884); "My House, an Ideal" (1885); and "Timias Terrystone," a novel (1885). He also wrote a romantic drama, "Marco Bozzaris," which was produced in 1849; and "Love in '76" (1856), which enjoys the distinction of being the only parlor comedy of the revolution. Mr. Bunce was connected editorially with "Appletons' Journal" during its existence, first as associate editor, and afterward as editor-in-chief, and also contributed to other periodicals.
# Appletons' Cyclopædia of American Biography/Burgess, Edward

Edition of 1900.
​BURGESS, Edward, naval architect, b. in West Sandwich, Mass., 30 June, 1848; d. in Boston, 12 July, 1891. Graduating at Harvard in 1871, he became secretary of the Boston society of natural history, edited its publications, and published several memoirs on anatomical subjects. From 1879 till 1883 he was instructor in entomology in Harvard. He travelled in Europe, and, in an amateur way, studied the principles of naval architecture, bringing his knowledge and judgment to the practical test of designing and building vessels for his own use. His success in this line was so marked that when, in 1883, a reverse of fortune threw him upon his own resources for a livelihood, he naturally turned to the designing of sailing-yachts. Several of his boats won fame in eastern waters, and when, in 1884, it became necessary to build a large sloop-yacht to represent the United States in a series of international races, he was selected by a committee of Boston gentlemen to draw plans for a suitable vessel. The famous sloop “Puritan” was the result, and in the contest for the “America's” cup in 1885 she defeated all competitors, including the fine English cutter “Genesta,” which had crossed the ocean to enter the contest. This was a remarkable triumph in view of the fact that it was the first attempt of an American designer to solve certain ship-building problems to which Englishmen had given their attention for a score of years. In the following season Mr. Burgess brought out the “Mayflower,” a sloop slightly larger than the “Puritan,” and the “Sachem,” a large schooner-yacht that has shown remarkable sea-going qualities. During the season of 1886 the “Mayflower” easily defeated, not only all American vessels of her class, but distanced the English cutter “Galatea ” which had come over in the hope of redeeming the “Genesta's” defeat of the preceding year.