�Turn out, boys!�, �What�s up with our super to-night?    The man�s mad, Two hours to daybreak I�d swear,    Stark mad, why, there isn�t a glimmer of light.�    �Take…

    The spring-wind pass�d through the forest, and whispered low in the leaves,    And the cedar toss�d her head, and the oak stood firm in his pride;    The…

Scene I�Discontent� LAURENCE RABY.     Laurence:    I said to young Allan M�Ilveray,    Beside the swift swirls of the North,    When, in lilac shot through with a silver ray,    We haul�d…

�There�s something in this world amiss    Shall be unriddled by-and-bye.�    – Tennyson.     Boot and saddle, see, the slanting    Rays begin to fall,    Flinging lights and colours flaunting    Through the shadows…

    To fetch clear water out of the spring    The little maid Margaret ran;    From the stream to the castle�s western wing    It was but a bowshot span;    On the…

HELEN RABY.     Where the grave-deeps rot, where the grave-dews rust,    They dug, crying, �Earth to earth�,    Crying, �Ashes to ashes and dust to dust�,    And what are my…

Prologue     Calm and clear! the bright day is declining,    The crystal expanse of the bay,    Like a shield of pure metal, lies shining    �Twixt headlands of purple and…

    Adieu to kindred hearts and home,    To pleasure, joy, and mirth,    A fitter foot than mine to roam    Could scarcely tread the earth;    For they are now so few…

    Aye, snows are rife in December,    And sheaves are in August yet,    And you would have me remember,    And I would rather forget;    In the bloom of the May-day…

LAURENCE RABY.     Laurence:    I said to young Allan M�Ilveray,    Beside the swift swirls of the North,    When, in lilac shot through with a silver ray,    We haul�d the strong…