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Henry Brocken - Chapter 16 Henry Brocken - Chapter 16

Henry Brocken - Chapter 16
CHAPTER XVI Art thou pale for weariness. --PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY. The constellations of summer wheeled above me; and thus between water and starry sky I tossed solitary in my boat. The faint lustre of the sultry night hung like a mist from heaven to earth. Far away above the countries I had left perhaps for ever, the quiet lightnings played innocently in the heights. I rowed steadily on, guiding myself by some much ruddier star on the horizon. The pale phosphorescence on the wave, the simple sounds as of fish stirring in the water--the beauty and wonder of Night's dwelling-place seemed... Long Stories - Post by : mikman - Date : May 2012 - Author : Walter De La Mare - Read : 706

Henry Brocken - Chapter 15 Henry Brocken - Chapter 15

Henry Brocken - Chapter 15
CHAPTER XV'Tis now full tide 'tween night and day. --JOHN WEBSTER. On the stroke of two next morning the doctor conducted me down to the creek in the river-bank where he kept his boat. There was little light but of the stars in the sky; nothing stirring. She floated dim and monstrous on the softly-running water, a navy in germ, and could have sat without danger thirty men like me. We stood on the bank, side by side, eyeing her vacancy. And (I can answer for myself) night-thoughts rose up in us at sight of her. Was it indeed only wind... Long Stories - Post by : mikman - Date : May 2012 - Author : Walter De La Mare - Read : 2019

Henry Brocken - Chapter 14 Henry Brocken - Chapter 14

Henry Brocken - Chapter 14
CHAPTER XIVAnd if we gang to sea, master,I fear we'll come to harm.--OLD BALLAD.By and by less anxious talk soothed him. Indeed it was he who suggested one last bright draught of air beneath his trees before retiring. Down we went again with some unnecessary clatter. And here were stars between the fruited boughs, silvery Capella and the Twins, and low on the sky's moonlit border Venus excellently bright. He asked me whither I proposed going, if I needs must go; besought there and then in the ambrosial night-air the history of my wanderings--a mere nine days' wonder; and told me... Long Stories - Post by : mikman - Date : May 2012 - Author : Walter De La Mare - Read : 2612

Henry Brocken - Chapter 13 Henry Brocken - Chapter 13

Henry Brocken - Chapter 13
CHAPTER XIIII warmed both hands before the fire of life. --WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR. Surely some hueless poppy blossomed in the darkness of those ruins, or the soulless ashes of the dead breathe out a drowsy influence. Never have I slept so heavily, yet never perhaps beneath so cold a tester. Sunbeams streaming between the crests of the cypresses awoke me. I leapt up as if a hundred sentinels had shouted--where none kept visible watch. An odour of a languid sweetness pervaded the air. There was no wind to stir the dew-besprinkled trees. The old, scarred gravestones stood in a thick sunshine,... Long Stories - Post by : mikman - Date : May 2012 - Author : Walter De La Mare - Read : 2236

Henry Brocken - Chapter 12 Henry Brocken - Chapter 12

Henry Brocken - Chapter 12
CHAPTER XIIThe many men, so beautiful!And they all dead did lie.--S.T. Coleridge.So Reverie, as he had promised, rode out with me a few miles to see me on my way. Above the gloom and stillness of the valley the scene began to change again. I was glad as I could be to view once more the tossing cornfields and the wind at play with shadow. Near and far, woods and pastures smoked beneath the sun. I know not through how many arches of the elms and green folds of the meadows I kept watch on the chimneys of a farmhouse above... Long Stories - Post by : mikman - Date : May 2012 - Author : Walter De La Mare - Read : 1081

Henry Brocken - Chapter 11 Henry Brocken - Chapter 11

Henry Brocken - Chapter 11
CHAPTER XIHis soul shall taste the sadness of her might, And be among her cloudy trophies hung.--JOHN KEATS.Even as we entered the gates of Mr. Reverie's house beneath embowering chestnuts, there advanced across the moonlit spaces to meet us a figure on foot like ourselves, leading his horse. He was in armour, yet unarmed. His steel glittered cold and blue; his fingers hung ungauntleted; and on his pale face dwelt a look never happy warrior wore yet. He seemed a man Mars lends to Venus out of war to unhappy idleness. The disillusionment of age was in his... Long Stories - Post by : mikman - Date : May 2012 - Author : Walter De La Mare - Read : 674

Henry Brocken - Chapter 8 Henry Brocken - Chapter 8

Henry Brocken - Chapter 8
CHAPTER VIIIIf I see all, ye're nine to ane! --OLD BALLAD. I was awoke by a sustained sound as of an orator speaking in an unknown tongue, and found myself in a sunny-shadowy loft, whither I suppose I must have been carried in my sleep. In a delicious languor between sleeping and waking I listened with imperturbable curiosity awhile to that voice of the unknown. Indeed, I was dozing again when a different sound, enormous, protracted, abruptly aroused me. I got up, hot and trembling, not yet quite my own master, to discover its cause. Through a narrow slit between the... Long Stories - Post by : mikman - Date : May 2012 - Author : Walter De La Mare - Read : 3271

Henry Brocken - Chapter 7 Henry Brocken - Chapter 7

Henry Brocken - Chapter 7
CHAPTER VIIHe loves to talk with marineres That come from a far countree.--SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE.How long my body was the sport of that foaming water I cannot tell. But when I again opened my eyes, I found, first, that the sun was shining dazzling clear high above me, and, next, that the delightful noise of running water babbled close against my ear. I lay upon a strip of warm sward by the river's brink. Near by me grew some rank-smelling waterside plant, and overhead the air seemed peopled with larks. I crawled, confused and aching, to the water,... Long Stories - Post by : mikman - Date : May 2012 - Author : Walter De La Mare - Read : 3069

Henry Brocken - Chapter 6 Henry Brocken - Chapter 6

Henry Brocken - Chapter 6
CHAPTER VICare-charming Sleep ... ... sweetly thyself dispose On this afflicted prince!--JOHN FLETCHER.Away with a blink of his queer green eye over his shoulder he sauntered by a devious path out of the dell. Forgetful of thorn and brier, trickery and wantonness, we clambered down after him, out of the moonlight, into a dark, clear alley, soundless and solitary amid these enchanted woods. As I have said already, another air than that of night was abroad in the green-grey shadows of the woods. Yet between the lofty and heavy-hooded pines scarce a beam of dawn... Long Stories - Post by : mikman - Date : May 2012 - Author : Walter De La Mare - Read : 1032

Henry Brocken - Chapter 5 Henry Brocken - Chapter 5

Henry Brocken - Chapter 5
CHAPTER VHow should I your true love know From another one?--WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.But even then she was difficult finding, so cunningly had ivy and blackberry and bindweed woven snares for the trespasser's foot. But at last--not far from where we had parted--I found her, a pillar of smoke in the first shining of the moon. She turned large, smouldering eyes on me, her mane in elf locks, her flanks heaving and wet, her forelock frizzed like a colt's. Yet she showed only pleasure at seeing me, and so evident a desire to unburden the day's history, that I almost... Long Stories - Post by : mikman - Date : May 2012 - Author : Walter De La Mare - Read : 2478

Henry Brocken - Chapter 4 Henry Brocken - Chapter 4

Henry Brocken - Chapter 4
CHAPTER IVCuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, tu-witta-woo. --THOMAS NASH. It was yet early, and refreshing in the chequered shade. We plodded earnestly after our gaunt shadow in the dust, and ever downward, till at last we drew so near to the opposite steep that I could well nigh count its pines. It was about the hour when birds seek shade and leave but few among their fellows to sing, that at a stone's throw from the foot of the hill I came to where a faint bridle-path diverged. And since it was smooth with moss, and Rosinante haply tired of pebbles; since any... Long Stories - Post by : drbedell - Date : May 2012 - Author : Walter De La Mare - Read : 2220

Henry Brocken - Chapter 3 Henry Brocken - Chapter 3

Henry Brocken - Chapter 3
CHAPTER IIIThou art so true, that thoughts of thee sufficeTo make dreams truth, and fables histories.--JOHN DONNE.I dismounted and, with the nose of my beast in my bosom, stood awhile gazing, in the half-dream weariness brings, across the valley at the dense forests that covered the hills. And while thus standing, doubtful whether to knock at the little gate or to ride on, it began to open, and a great particoloured dog looked out on us. There was certainly something unusual in the aspect of this animal, for though he lifted on us grave and sagacious eyes, he scarcely seemed to... Long Stories - Post by : drbedell - Date : May 2012 - Author : Walter De La Mare - Read : 3168

Henry Brocken - Chapter 2 Henry Brocken - Chapter 2

Henry Brocken - Chapter 2
CHAPTER IIStill thou art blest compared wi' me! --ROBERT BURNS. It is to be wondered at that in so bleak a wind I could possibly fall into reverie. But the habit was rooted deep in me; Rosinante was prosaic and trustworthy; the country for miles around familiar to me as the palm of my hand. Yet so deeply was I involved, and so steadily had we journeyed on, that when at last I lifted my eyes with a great sigh that was almost a sob, I found myself in a place utterly unknown to me. But more inexplicable yet, not only... Long Stories - Post by : drbedell - Date : May 2012 - Author : Walter De La Mare - Read : 3315

Henry Brocken - Chapter 1 Henry Brocken - Chapter 1

Henry Brocken - Chapter 1
CHAPTER IOh, what land is the Land of Dream? --WILLIAM BLAKE. I lived, then, in the great world once, in an old, roomy house beside a little wood of larches, with an aunt of the name of Sophia. My father and mother died a few days before my fourth birthday, so that I can conjure up only fleeting glimpses of their faces by which to remember what love was then lost to me. Both were youthful at death, but my Aunt Sophia was ever elderly. She was keen, and just, seldom less than kind; but a child was to her something... Long Stories - Post by : drbedell - Date : May 2012 - Author : Walter De La Mare - Read : 3121

The Return - Chapter 22 The Return - Chapter 22

The Return - Chapter 22
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO He was utterly wearied, but he walked on for a long while with a dogged unglancing pertinacity and without looking behind him. Then he rested under the dew-sodden hedgeside and buried his face in his hands. Once, indeed, he did turn and grind his way back with hard uplifted face for many minutes, but at the meeting with an old woman who in the late dusk passed him unheeded on the road, he stopped again, and after standing awhile looking down upon the dust, trying to gather up the tangled threads of his thoughts, he once more set off... Long Stories - Post by : drbedell - Date : May 2012 - Author : Walter De La Mare - Read : 690

The Return - Chapter 21 The Return - Chapter 21

The Return - Chapter 21
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE She came out into the sunlight, and they went through the little gate together. She walked quickly, without speaking, over the bridge, past a little cottage whose hollyhocks leaned fading above its low flint wall. Skirting a field of stubble, she struck into a wood by a path that ran steeply up the hillside. And by and by they came to a glen where the woodmen of a score of years ago had felled the trees, leaving a green hollow of saplings in the midst of their towering neighbours. 'There,' she said, holding out her hand to him, 'now... Long Stories - Post by : drbedell - Date : May 2012 - Author : Walter De La Mare - Read : 2941

The Return - Chapter 20 The Return - Chapter 20

The Return - Chapter 20
CHAPTER TWENTY It was a quiet supper the three friends sat down to. Herbert sat narrowing his eyes over his thoughts, which, when the fancy took him, he scattered out upon the others' silence. Lawford apparently had not yet shaken himself free from the sorcery of the moonlight. His eyes shone dark and full like those of a child who has trespassed beyond its hour for bed, and sits marvelling at reality in a waking dream. Long after they had bidden each other good-night, long after Herbert had trodden on tiptoe with his candle past his closed door, Lawford sat leaning... Long Stories - Post by : drbedell - Date : May 2012 - Author : Walter De La Mare - Read : 3399

The Return - Chapter 19 The Return - Chapter 19

The Return - Chapter 19
CHAPTER NINETEEN Herbert himself went down to order the governess cart, and packed them in with a rug. And in the dusk Grisel set Lawford down at the corner of his road and drove on to an old bookseller's with a commission from her brother, promising to return for him in an hour. Dust and a few straws lay at rest as if in some abstruse arrangement on the stones of the porch just as the last faint whirling gust of sunset had left them. Shut lids of sightless indifference seemed to greet the wanderer from the curtained windows. He opened... Long Stories - Post by : drbedell - Date : May 2012 - Author : Walter De La Mare - Read : 792

The Return - Chapter 18 The Return - Chapter 18

The Return - Chapter 18
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN A quiet knocking aroused him in the long, tranquil bedroom; and Herbert's head was poked into the room. 'There's a bath behind that door over there,' he whispered, 'or if you like I'm off for a bathe in the Widder. It's a luscious day. Shall I wait? All right,' and the head was withdrawn. 'Don't put much on,' came the voice at the panel; 'we'll be home again in twenty minutes.' The green and brightness of the morning must have been prepared for overnight by spiders and the dew. Everywhere the gleaming nets were hung, and everywhere there rose... Long Stories - Post by : drbedell - Date : May 2012 - Author : Walter De La Mare - Read : 1931

The Return - Chapter 17 The Return - Chapter 17

The Return - Chapter 17
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN There was no one in the room, and no light, when they entered. For a moment Grisel stood by the open window, looking out. Then she turned impulsively. 'My brother, of course, will ask you too,' she said; 'we had made up our minds to do so if you came again; but I want you to promise me now that you won't dream of going back to-night. That surely would be tempting--well, not Providence. I couldn't rest if I thought you might be alone; like that again.' Her voice died away into the calling of the waters. A light... Long Stories - Post by : drbedell - Date : May 2012 - Author : Walter De La Mare - Read : 3018