St. V.
   V. 3.  La Legende des Siecles:  Le Sacre de la Femme.
       4.  La Conscience.
       7.  Booz endormi.
       8.  Premiere rencontre du Christ avec le tombeau.
       9.  La Terre:  Hymne. 
  VI. 3.  Les Temps Paniques.
       9.  La Ville Disparue. 
 VII.  Les Trois Cents. 
VIII. 1.  Le Detroit de l’Euripe:  La Chanson de Sophocle a Salamine.
       7.  Le Romancero du Cid. 
  IX. 3.  Le Petit Roi de Galice.
       5.  Le Jour des Rois.
       9.  Montfaucon. 
   X. La vision d’ou est sorti ce livre. 
  XI. 9.  L’an neuf de l’Hegire.
      12.  Les sept merveilles du monde. 
 XII. 1.  Les quatre jours d’Elciis.
       4.  Le Regiment du baron Madruce.
       7.  La Chanson des Aventuriers de la Mer.
       9.  Les Reitres.
      12.  La Rose de l’Infante. 
XIII. 1.  Le Satyre.
      12.  Les paysans au bord de la mer. 
 XIV. 1.  Les pauvres gens.
       5.  Petit Paul.
       7.  Guerre Civile.
       9.  La Vision de Dante.
      15.  La Trompette du Jugement. 
  XV.  Torquemada (1882). 
 XVI.  La Legende des Siecles:  tome cinquieme et dernier (1883).  XVII.  November 25, 1883.

LINES ON THE MONUMENT OF GIUSEPPE MAZZINI.

Italia, mother of the souls of men,
      Mother divine,
Of all that served thee best with sword or pen,
      All sons of thine,

Thou knowest that here the likeness of the best
      Before thee stands,
The head most high, the heart found faithfullest,
      The purest hands.

Above the fume and foam of time that flits,
      The soul, we know,
Now sits on high where Alighieri sits
      With Angelo.

Not his own heavenly tongue hath heavenly speech
      Enough to say
What this man was, whose praise no thought may reach,
      No words can weigh.

Since man’s first mother brought to mortal birth
      Her first-born son,
Such grace befell not ever man on earth
      As crowns this one.

Of God nor man was ever this thing said,
      That he could give
Life back to her who gave him, whence his dead
      Mother might live.

But this man found his mother dead and slain,
      With fast sealed eyes,
And bade the dead rise up and live again,
      And she did rise.

And all the world was bright with her through him: 
      But dark with strife,
Like heaven’s own sun that storming clouds bedim,
      Was all his life.

Life and the clouds are vanished:  hate and fear
      Have had their span
Of time to hunt, and are not:  he is here,
      The sunlike man.

City superb that hadst Columbus first
      For sovereign son,
Be prouder that thy breast hath later nurst
      This mightier one.

Glory be his for ever, while his land
      Lives and is free,
As with controlling breath and sovereign hand
      He bade her be.