THE WILD ROSE。，Writes over sky how wise will be
And stamp as fact Imperial dreams.。，That shoots the flare and shuts to dun,
Has ever weakness won esteem?。，
That given, received, renewed was the kiss;。，
And do we love him well, as well。，And you know well the thirst one has
The stallions of Camargue, all joyful in the roar;。，With never dread of murderous power;
You know the grey of dew on grass。，That march of the funereal Past behold;
。，To try new issues, holding faith unswerved,
。，On any fair breast she would die in an hour.
Cast down low in the whirl of the dust under man-slaying Hector.。，
(d. APRIL 11, 1884)。，Then see I round you Death his shadows dense
In fellowship abounding, here subsides:。，With war-worn body aye in battle's van.
THE EMPEROR FREDERICK OF OUR TIME。，My heart shoots into the breast of the bird,
THE EMPEROR FREDERICK OF OUR TIME。，Otherwise hits, forth flying from me, and but strikes it the
To thunder through the foeman's ears。，All duties have embraced in being free.
，In your good eyes; how full of heart for all,。，I hear it now and I see it fly,