in “high-born;" the difference of the a in "maiden " from that in "palace; " the strong opposition of maiden to tower (making the rhyme more vigorous in proportion to the general softness); then the new differences in soothing, love-laden, soul, and secret, all diverse from one another, and from the whole strain; and finally, the strain itself, winding up in the Alexandrine with a cadence of particular repetitions, which constitutes nevertheless a new difference on that account, and by the prolongation of the tone It gives a very echo to the seat Where love is throned. There is another passage of Shakspeare which it more particularly calls to mind;-the Ditties highly penn'd, Sung by a fair queen in a summer bower But as Shakspeare was not writing lyrically in this passage, nor desirous to fill it with so much love and sentiment, it is no irreverence to say that the modern excels it. The music is carried on into the first two lines of the next stanza : Like a glow-worm golden a melody as happy in its alliteration as in what may be termed its counterpoint. And the colouring of this stanza is as beautiful as the music. Thou scorner of the ground. A most noble and emphatic close of the stanza. Not that the lark, in any vulgar sense of the word, "scorns" the ground, for he dwells upon it: but that, like the poet, nobody can take leave of commonplaces with more heavenly triumph. A GARISH DAY. (SAID BY A POTENT RUFFIAN.) The all-beholding sun yet shines; I hear I see the bright sky through the window-panes: CONTEMPLATION OF VIOLENCE. (BY A MAN NOT BAD.) Spare me now. I am as one lost in a midnight wood, A ROCK AND A CHASM. I remember, Two miles on this side of the fort, the road With which it clings seems slowly coming down, The melancholy mountain yawns. Below By the dark ivy's twine. At noon-day here LOVELINESS INEXPRESSIBLE. Sweet lamp! my moth-like muse has burnt its wings, Or, like a dying swan who soars and sings, Young Love should teach Time in his own gray style All that thou art. Art thou not void of guile; A lovely soul form'd to be blest and bless? A well of seal'd and secret happiness, Whose waters like blithe light and music are, A lute, which those whom love has taught to play, EXISTENCE IN SPACE. Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass, DEVOTEDNESS UNREQUIRING One word is too often profaned One feeling too falsely disdain'd One hope is too like despair For prudence to smother, I can give not what men call love; The worship the heart lifts above, From the sphere of our sorrow. TO A LADY WITH A GUITAR. Ariel to Miranda :-Take This slave of music, for the sake In which thou canst, and only thou, When you die, the silent moon, Than deserted Ariel: |