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With zeal, as men study some stubborn art
After many years And many changes I returned; the name Of Venice, and its aspect, was the same; But Maddalo was travelling far away Among the mountains of Armenia. His dog was dead. His child had now become A woman; such as it has been my doom To meet with few, a wonder of this earth 590 Where there is little of transcendant worth, Like one of Shakespeare's women: kindly she, And with a manner beyond courtesy, Received her father's friend; and when I asked Of the lorn maniac, she her memory tasked And told as she had heard the mournful tale. "That the poor sufferer's health began to fail "Two years from my departure, but that then "The lady who had left him came again. 599 "Her mien had been imperious, but she now "Looked meek—perhaps remorse had brought
her low. "Her coming made him better, and they stayed "Together at my father's—for I played "As I remember with the lady's shawl— "I might be six years old—but after all
"She left him"... "Why, her heart must
have been tough: "How did it end?" "And was not this enough? "They met—they parted "—" Child, is there
no more?" *' Something within that interval which bore "The stamp of why they parted, how they met: "Yet if thine aged eyes disdain to wet 611
"Those wrinkled cheeks with youth's remembered tears, "Ask me no more, but let the silent years "Be closed and cered over their memory "As yon mute marble where their corpses lie." I urged and questioned still, she told me how All happened—but the cold world shall not know.1
1 The following cancelled passages of Julian and Maddalo evidently belong to an early stage in the poem's developement. The first fragment must have been near the opening :—
"What think you the dead are?" "Why, dust and
Into a hue, like some harmonious thought,
The light hues of the tender, pure, serene, .
The remaining three lines would presumably have been in the maniac's soliloquy :—
Perhaps the only comfort which remains
THE MASK OF ANARCHY:
WRITTEN ON THE OCCASION OF THE MASSACRE AT MANCHESTER.
As I lay asleep in Italy
Next came Fraud, and he had on,
And the little children, who
Round his feet played to and fro,
Thinking every tear a gem,
Had their brains knocked out by them.
Clothed with the Bible, as with light.1
And many more Destructions played
Last came Anarchy: he rode
On a white horse, splashed with blood;
He was pale even to the lips,
Like Death in the Apocalypse,
And he wore a kingly crown;
And in his grasp a sceptre shone;
On his brow this mark I saw—
"I Am God, And King, And Law!"
With a pace stately and fast,
i This stanza is not very clear ; but I suppose we are to understand that the Bible is a mingled web of light and darkness,—of high thought and teaching and gross and bloody superstition,—that dogmas and professions from the Hebrew scriptures were the favourite cloke for hypocrisy in those days,—and that Hypocrisy, wearing a mask like Lord Sidmouth, had clothed itself in that familiar cloke for the pageant. -ed.
And a mighty troop around
With their trampling shook the ground,
Waving each a bloody sword
For the service of their Lord.
And with glorious triumph they
O'er fields and towns, from sea to sea,
And each dweller, panic-stricken,
"We have waited, weak and lone,
"For thy coming, Mighty One!
"Our purses are empty, our swords are cold,
"Give us glory, and blood, and gold."