...torch, and a casement ope at night, To let the warm Love in ! J. KEATS. fj. The Garden of Proserpine HERE, where the world is quiet; Here, where all trouble seems Dead winds' and spent waves' riot In doubtful dreams of dreams ; I watch the green field growing For reaping folk and sowing, For harvest-time...

...something written by a giant," and he read out loud to me as we walked along, "The Garden of Proserpine": "Here, where the world is quiet, Here, where all trouble seems Dead winds' and spent waves' riot In doubtful dreams of dreams; I watch the green fields growing For reaping folk and sowing, For harvest-time...

...blighting of corn, When thy time was come to be born. THE GARDEN OF PROSERPINE (From Laua Veneris, 1866) Here, where the world is quiet; Here, where all trouble seems Dead winds' and spent waves' riot In doubtful dreams of dreams; I watch the green field growing For reaping folk and sowing. For harvest-time...

...pronounces them in such manner that they rime perfectly. Swinburne has linked riot and quiet : — Here, where the world is quiet, Here, where all trouble seems Dead winds' and spent waves' riot, In doubtful dream of dreams. To the eye quiet and riot seem to differ in the vowel-sound ; but in the...

...pronounces them in such manner that they rime perfectly. Swinburne has linked riot and quiet : — Here, where the world is quiet, Here, where all trouble seems Dead winds' and spent waves' riot, In doubtful dream of dreams. To the eye quiet and riot seem to differ in the vowel-sound ; but in the...

...waits on either side, — before and behind us, Death! Mary Ainge De Vere [1844THE GARDEN OF PROSERPINE HERE, where the world is quiet, Here, where all trouble seems Dead winds' and spent waves' riot In doubtful dreams of dreams, I watch the green field growing For reaping folk and sowing, For harvest-time...

...Swinburne's ' A Ballad of Burdens ' ; of ' The Palace of Bric-a-brac,' ' The Garden of Proserpine ' : Here, where the world is quiet, Here, where all trouble seems Dead winds' and spent waves' riot In doubtful dreams of dreams. P. 355. Brahma. Emerson's ' If the red slayer think he slays.' This parody...

...with his mouth, and her breast Filled full of the foam of the river. (1865) THE GARDEN OF PROSERPINE Here, where" the world is quiet; Here, where all trouble seems Dead winds' and spent waves' riot In doubtful dreams of dreams ; I watch the green field growing s For reaping folk and sowing, For harvest-time...

...glitter, the feet that scare The wolf that follows, the fawn that flies; 56 THE GARDEN OF PROSERPINE1 eness of our prelates against doubtful dreams of dreams ; I watch the green field growing For reaping folk and sowing, For harvest-time...

...glitter, the feet that scare The wolf that follows, the fawn that flies. 56 THE GARDEN OF PROSERPINE 1 And now, like amorous birds of prey, Rather at once our time devour Than languish in his slow-chapt doubtful dreams of dreams; I watch the green field growing For reaping folk and sowing, For harvest-time...