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Title: Henry Brocken
His Travels and Adventures in the Rich, Strange, Scarce-Imaginable Regions of Romance

Author: Walter J. de la Mare

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Language: English

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HENRY BROCKEN

With a heart of furious fancies,
Whereof I am commander:
With a burning spear,
And a horse of air,
To the wilderness I wander;

With a Knight of ghosts and shadows,
I summoned am to Tourney:
Ten leagues beyond
The wide world's end;
Methinks it is no journey.

--ANON. (_Tom o' Bedlam_).

HENRY BROCKEN

His Travels and Adventures in the Rich, Strange, Scarce-Imaginable
Regions of Romance

by

WALTER J. DE LA MARE

("WALTER RAMAL")

London
John Murray, Albemarle Street, W.

1904

CONTENTS

I. WHITHER?

Come hither, come hither, come hither!

--SHAKESPEARE.

II. LUCY GRAY

Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray;
And, when I crossed the wild,
I chanced to see at break of day
The solitary child.

--WORDSWORTH.

III. JANE EYRE

I used to rush into strange dreams at night: dreams ... where
amidst unusual scenes ... I still again and again met Mr.
Rochester;... and then the sense of being in his arms, hearing his
voice, meeting his eye, touching his hand and cheek, loving him,
being loved by him--the hope of passing a lifetime at his side,
would be renewed, with all its first force and fire.

--CHARLOTTE BRONTE (_Jane Eyre_, Ch. xxxii.).

IV. JULIA, ELECTRA, DIANEME

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow will be dying.

The glorious Lamp of Heaven, the Sun,
The higher he's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nea