as the
loyal wife puts off her suitors. Painting by Rudolph von Deutsch_.

ABSENCE

"What shall I do with all the days and hours
That must be counted ere I see thy face?"

_From a photograph by the Berlin Photographic Co., after a painting by
R. Poetzelberger_.

WAIL OF PROMETHEUS BOUND

"Behold me, a god, what I endure from gods!
Behold, with throe on throe,
How, wasted by this woe,
I wrestle down the myriad years of Time!"

_From photograph after a painting by G. Graeff_.

PIERRE-JEAN DE BERANGER

_From lithograph after a crayon-drawing by H. Alophe_.

THOMAS HOOD

_After an engraving from contemporary portrait_.

ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING

_After a photograph from life by Talfourd, London_.

THE COUNTRY CHURCHYARD

"Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade,
Where heaves the turf in many a moldering heap,
Each in his narrow cell forever laid,
The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep."

_After an original drawing by Harry Fenn_.

LOVE AND DEATH

"Death comes in,
Though Love, with outstretched arms and wings outspread,
Would bar the way."

_From photogravure after the painting by George Fredeick Watts_.

WALT WHITMAN

_After a life-photograph by Rockwood, New York_.

HARRIET BEECHER STOWE

_From an engraving after the drawing by George Richmond_.

SIR EDWIN ARNOLD

_After a life-photograph by Elliott and Fry, London_.

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POEMS OF SORROW AND CONSOLATION.

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I. DISAPPOINTMENT IN LOVE.

THE COURSE OF TRUE LOVE.

FROM "MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM," ACT I. SC. 1.

For aught that ever I could read,
Could ever hear by tale or history,
The course of true love never did run smooth:
But, either it was different in blood,
Or else misgraffed in respect of years,
Or else it stood upon the choice of friends;
Or, if there were a sympathy in choice,
War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it,
Making it momentary as a sound,
Swift as a shadow, short as any dream;
Brief as the lightning in the collied night,
That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth,
And ere a man hath power to say,--Behold!
The jaws of darkness do devour it up:
So quick bright things come to confusion.

SHAKESPEARE.

LADY CLARA VERE DE VERE.

Lady Clara Vere de Vere,