LANDOR LIST OF REFERENCES EDITIONS Works, 8 volumes, Chapman & Hall, London, 1874-76. Works, 10 volumes, edited by C. G. Crump, The Macmillan Co. Poems, Dialogues in Verse, and Epigrams, 2 volumes, edited by C. G. Crump, the Macmillan Co. Letters and other unpublished Writings, edited by S. Wheeler, London, 1897 Letters, Private and Public, edited by S. Wheeler, London, 1899. Selections from Landor, edited by Sidney Colvin (Golden Treasury Series). BIOGRAPHY *FORSTER (John), W. S. Landor: A Biography, 2 volumes, 1869; also (abridged) as Vol. I. of Works, 1874. * COLVIN (Sidney), Landor (EngFish Men of Letters Series). REMINISCENCES AND EARLY CRITICISM ROBINSON (H. C.), Diary, Vol. II, Chap. XII, etc. MITFORD (M. R.), Recollections of a Literary Life. BROWNING (Elizabeth Barrett), in Horne's New Spirit of the Age. EMERSON, Natural History of Intellect. DE QUINCEY, Masson's edition, Vol. XI. DUFFY (C. Gavan), Conversations with Carlyle. HUNT (Leigh), Lord Byron and his Contemporaries. BLESSINGTON (Marguerite), The Idler in Italy. MADDEN (R. R.), The Literary Life and Correspondence of the Countess of Blessington. See also the Letters of Elizabeth Barrett Browning. LATER CRITICISM * BOYNTON (H. W.), Poetry of Landor, in the Atlantic Monthly, Vol. 90, page 126, July, 1902. * COLVIN (Sidney), Preface to the volume of Selections in the Golden Treasury Series. *DOWDEN (Edward), Studies in Literature. EVANS (E. W.), A Study of Landor. HENLEY (W. H.), Views and Reviews. LEE (Vernon), Studies in Literary Psychology: The Rhetoric of Landor, in the Contemporary Review, Vol. 84, Page 856, 1903. LOWELL (J. R.), Latest Literary Essays and Addresses. OLIPHANT (Margaret), Victorian Age of English Literature. SAINTSBURY (George), Essays in English Literature, Second Series. SCUDDER (H. E.), Men and Letters: Landor as a Classic. * STEDMAN (E. C.), Victorian Poets. STEPHEN (Leslie), Hours in a Library, Vol. II. * SWINBURNE, Miscellanies. * WOODBERRY (G. E.), Studies in Letters and Life. BROOKS (S. W.), English Poets. DE VERE (Aubrey), Essays, chiefly on Poetry, Vol. II. DEVEY (J.), Comparative Estimate of Modern English Poets. DIXON (W. M.), English Poetry. DOWDEN (Edward), French Revolution and English Literature. EVANS (E. Waterman, Jr.), Walter Savage Landor: A Critical Study. HUTTON (Lawrence), Landmarks of Florence. MITCHELL (D. G.), England's Lands, Letters and Kings. NENCIONI (E.), Letteratura inglese: Colvin, Biografia di Landor. SARRAZIN (G.), Poètes modernes de l'Angleterre. SCHUYLER (E.), Italian Influences. TRIBUTES IN VERSE; MEMORIAL VERSES, ETC. **WATSON (W.), Landor's Hellenics. JAPP (A. H.), Landor, in Stedman's Victorian Anthology. ** SWINBURNE, Poems and Ballads, First Series: In Memory of Walter Savage Landor. * SWINBURNE, Studies in Song Song for the Centenary of Walter Savage Landor. B:ELIOGRAPHY WHEELER (S.), in Letters and Other Unpublished Writings of Landor. LANDOR GEBIR X Nor shield immense nor coat of massive mail, THE INVASION. THE MEETING OF GEBIR I SING the fates of Gebir. He had Among those mountain-caverns which days, Love me, tho' 'twere because you lov'd me then." But whether confident in magic rites Or touched with sexual pride to stand implor'd, Dalica smiled, then spake : "Away those fears, Though stronger than the strongest of his kind, He falls on me devolve that charge; he falls. Rather than fly him, stoop thou to al- Nay, journey to his tents. A city stood Whose father Gad built Gadir; on this self Bending, he kissed her garment, and retired. He went, nor slumber'd in the sultry noon, When viands, couches, generous wines, persuade, And slumber most refreshes; nor at night, When heavy dews are laden with disease; And blindness waits not there for lingering age. Ere morning dawn'd behind him, he arrived At those rich meadows where young Tamar fed The royal flocks entrusted to his care. Now," said he to himself," will I repose At least this burthen on a brother's breast." His brother stood before him: he, amazed, Rear'd suddenly his head, and thus began. "Is it thou, brother! Tamar, is it thou! Why, standing on the valley's utmost verge, Lookest thou on that dull and dreary shore Where beyond sight Nile blackens all the sand? And why that sadness? When I past our sheep The dew-drops were not shaken off the bar, Therefore if one be wanting, 'tis untold." "Yes, one is wanting, nor is that untold," Said Tamar; "and this dull and dreary shore Is neither dull nor dreary at all hours." Whereon the tear stole silent down his cheek, Silent, but not by Gebir unobserv'd : Wondering he gazed awhile, and pitying spake. "Let me approach thee; does the morning light Scatter this wan suffusion o'er thy brow, This faint blue lustre under both thine eyes?" "O brother, is this pity or reproach?” Cried Tamar, "cruel if it be reproach. If pity, O how vain!""Whate'er it be That grieves thee, I will pity, thou but speak, And I can tell thee, Tamar, pang for pang." "Gebir! then more than brothers are we now ! Everything (take my hand) will I confess. I neither feed the flock nor watch the fold; divine! I cannot wait describing how she came, How I was sitting, how she first assum'd The sailor; of what happen'd there remains Enough to say, and too much to forget. The sweet deceiver stepped upon this bank Before I was aware; for with surprise Moments fly rapid as with love itself. Stooping to tune afresh the hoarsen'd reed, Theard a rustling, and where that arose My glance first lighted on her nimble feet. Her feet resembled those long shells explored By him who to befriend his steed's dim sight Would blow the pungent powder in the Shake one and it awakens, then apply Its polisht lips to your attentive ear, And it remembers its august abodes, And murmurs as the ocean murmurs there. And I have others given me by the nymphs. Of sweeter sound than any pipe you have; But we, by Neptune! for no pipe contend, This time a sheep I win, a pipe the next." Now came she forward eager to engage, But first her dress, her bosom then survey'd, And heav'd it, doubting if she could deceive. Her bosom seem'd, inclos'd in haze like heav'n, To baffle touch, and rose forth undefined: Above her knee she drew the robe succinct, Above her breast, and just below her Thus, pulling hard to fasten it, she spake, And, rushing at me, closed: I thrill'd throughout And seem'd to lessen and shrink up with cold. Again with violent impulse gushed my blood, And hearing nought external, thus absorb'd, I heard it, rushing through each turbid vein, Shake my unsteady swimming sight in air. Yet with unyielding though uncertain arms I clung around her neck; the vest beneath Rustled against our slippery limbs entwined: Often mine springing with eluded force Started aside and trembled till replaced: And when I most succeeded, as I thought, My bosom and my throat felt so compressed That life was almost quivering on my lips, Yet nothing was there painful: these are signs Of secret arts and not of human might; What arts I cannot tell; I only know My eyes grew dizzy and my strength decay'd; I was indeed o'ercome . . . with what regret, And more, with what confusion, when I reached The fold, and yielding up the sheep, she |