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R,CHARD MONCKTON MILNES was born in the year - OUDL Home

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Tennyson, Sw<strong>in</strong>burne, Meredith 179Who would not have sweet words upon my lipsNor <strong>in</strong> m<strong>in</strong>e ears at part<strong>in</strong>g. I should goAnd stand not here as on a stage to playMy last part out <strong>in</strong> Scotland; I have beenToo long a queen too little...And so she passes to <strong>the</strong> quite magnificent apostrophethat ends <strong>the</strong> play:—Meth<strong>in</strong>ks <strong>the</strong> sand yet cleav<strong>in</strong>g to my footShould not with no more words be shaken off,Nor this my country from my part<strong>in</strong>g eyesPass unsaluted; for who knows what <strong>year</strong>May see us greet hereafter? Yet take heed,Ye that have ears, and hear me; and take note,Ye that have eyes, and see with what last looksM<strong>in</strong>e own take leave of Scotland; seven <strong>year</strong>s s<strong>in</strong>ceDid I take leave of my fair land of France,My joyous mo<strong>the</strong>r, mo<strong>the</strong>r of my joy,Weep<strong>in</strong>g; and now with many a woe betweenAnd space of seven <strong>year</strong>s' darkness, I departFrom this distempered and unnatural earthThat casts me out unmo<strong>the</strong>red, and go forthOn this grey sterile bitter gleam<strong>in</strong>g seaWith nei<strong>the</strong>r tears nor laughter, but a heartThat from <strong>the</strong> softest temper of its bloodIs turned to fire and iron. If I live,If God pluck not all hope out of my hand,If aught of all m<strong>in</strong>e prosper, I that goShall come back to men's ru<strong>in</strong>, as a llameThe w<strong>in</strong>d bears down, that grows aga<strong>in</strong>st <strong>the</strong> w<strong>in</strong>d,And grasps it with great hands, and w<strong>in</strong>s its way,And w<strong>in</strong>s its will, and triumphs; so shall ILet loose <strong>the</strong> fire of all my heart to feedOn <strong>the</strong>se that would have quenched it. I will makeFrom sea to sea one furnace of <strong>the</strong> landWhereon <strong>the</strong> w<strong>in</strong>d of war shall beat its w<strong>in</strong>gsTill <strong>the</strong>y wax fa<strong>in</strong>t with hopeless hope of rest,And with one ra<strong>in</strong> of men's rebellious bloodExt<strong>in</strong>guish <strong>the</strong> red embers. I will leaveNo liv<strong>in</strong>g soul of <strong>the</strong>ir blasphem<strong>in</strong>g faithWho war with monarchs; God shall see me reignAs he shall reign beside me, and his foesLie at my foot with m<strong>in</strong>e; k<strong>in</strong>gdoms and k<strong>in</strong>gsShall from my heart take spirit, and at my soul12-2

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