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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required (BISMARCK AND NAPOLEON III.) ("Un jour, sentant un royal appétit.") {Bk. III. iii., Jersey, September, 1852.} One fasting day, itched by his appetite, A monkey took a fallen tiger's hide, And, where the wearer had been savage, tried To overpass his model. Scratch and bite Gave place, however, to mere gnash of teeth and screams, But, as he prowled, he made his hearers fly With crying often: "See the Terror of your dreams!" Till, for too long, none ventured thither nigh. Left undisturbed to snatch, and clog his brambled den, With sleepers' bones and plumes of daunted doves, And other spoil of beasts as timid as the men, Who shrank when he mock-roared, from glens and groves— He begged his fellows view the crannies crammed with pelf Sordid and tawdry, stained and tinselled things, As ample proof he was the Royal Tiger's self! Year in, year out, thus still he purrs and sings Till tramps a butcher by—he risks his head— In darts the hand and crushes out the yell, And plucks the hide—as from a nut the shell— He holds him nude, and sneers: "An ape you dread!" H.L.W. A LAMENT. ("Sentiers où l'herbe se balance.") {Bk. III. xi., July, 1853.} O paths whereon wild grasses wave! O valleys! hillsides! forests hoar! Why are ye silent as the grave? For One, who came, and comes no more! Why is thy window closed of late? And why thy garden in its sear? O house! where doth thy master wait? I only know he is not here. Good dog! thou watchest; yet no hand Will feed thee. In the house is none. Whom weepest thou? child! My father. And O wife! whom weepest thou? The Gone. Where is he gone? Into the dark.— O sad, and ever-plaining surge! Whence art thou? From the convict-bark. And why thy mournful voice? A dirge. EDWIN ARNOLD, C.S.I.
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