Henry Brocken by Walter J. de la Mare


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The first money I laid out was to buy two young stone horses,
which I kept in a good stable, and next to them the groom is my
greatest favourite; for I feel my spirits revived by the smell he
contracts in the stable.

--SWIFT (_A Voyage to the Houyhnhnms_, Ch. xi.).


IX. & X. MISTRUST, OBSTINATE, LIAR, ETC.

And as he read he wept and trembled; and not being able longer to
contain, he brake out with a lamentable cry, saying, "What shall I
do?"...

The neighbours also came out to see him run; and as he ran, some
mocked, others threatened, and some cried after him to return.

ATHEIST--

Now, after awhile, they perceived afar off, one coming softly and
alone, all along the highway, to meet them.

--BUNYAN (_The Pilgrim's Progress_).


XI. LA BELLE DAME SANS MERCI

"O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.

"O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel's granary is full,
And the harvest's done."

--KEATS.


XII. SLEEP AND DEATH

Death will come when thou art dead,
Soon, too soon--
Sleep will come when thou art fled;
Of neither would I ask the boon
I ask of thee, beloved Night--
Swift be thine approaching flight,
Come soon, soon!

--SHELLEY.


XIII. & XIV. A DOCTOR OF PHYSIC

Well, well, well,--
... God, God forgive us all!

--_Macbeth_, Act V., Sc. i.


XV. ANNABEL LEE

I was a child, and she was a child
In this kingdom by the sea;
And we loved with a love that was more than love--
I and my Annabel Lee--
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

--EDGAR ALLAN POE.


XVI. CRISEYDE

... Love hadde his dwellinge
With-inne the subtile stremes of hir y�n.

Book I., 304-5.

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