Much have I seen and known-cities of men, I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough Gleams that untravelled world whose margin fades. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnished, not to shine in use! As though to breathe were life. Life piled on life Little remains; but every hour is saved For some three suns to store and hoard myself, This is my son, mine own Telemachus, In offices of tenderness, and pay Meet adoration to my household gods When I am gone. He works his work, I mine. LITERARY ANALYSIS.-18. I am a part, etc. Paraphrase this statement. 19-21. Yet all... move. What is the figure of speech ?-These three nobie lines should be committed to memory. 23. To rust unburnished, etc. On what is the figure founded? 27. that eternal silence. For what word is this expression a periphrasis? 30. spirit. What is the grammatical construction? 33-43. This is my son... mine. Draw out in your own language the fine contrast of character between Ulysses and his son Telemachus. 15 20 25 30 35 40 There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail; Souls that have toiled and wrought and thought with me, The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed The long day wanes; the slow moon climbs; the deep The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds 63. Happy Isles, the "Fortunate Isles," or Islands of the Blessed. The the river Oceanus. In poems later than Homer, an island is spoken of as their abode, and is placed by the poets beyond the Pillars of Hercules. The name "Fortunate Isles" was afterwards applied to the Canaries. LITERARY ANALYSIS.-44-53. There lies... gods. Of the words in these ten lines ten are of other than Anglo-Saxon origin. What are these words? What effect is gained by the use of so large a proportion of Anglo-Saxon words?-Point out an instance of personification in this passage. 54-70. The lights... yield. In this passage point out specially vigorous or picturesque words or expressions.-Point out an instance of metaphor.-Explain what is meant by the fine expression "the baths of all the western stars." -Note the strong staccato effect of the monosyllables in the last two lines. 45 50 55 60 65 One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will II.-LOCKSLEY HALL. Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet 'tis early morn; Leave me here, and when you want me, sound upon the bugle horn. 'Tis the place, and all around it, as of old, the curlews call, Dreary gleams about the moorland flying over Locksley Hall; Locksley Hall, that in the distance overlooks the sandy tracts, Many a night from yonder ivied casement, ere I went to rest, Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising through the mellow 10 shade, Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies tangled in a silver braid. Here about the beach I wandered, nourishing a youth sublime 5 When the centuries behind me like a fruitful land reposed; When I clung to all the present for the promise that it closed: 15 When I dipped into the future far as human eye could see; In the spring a fuller crimson comes upon the robin's breast; Then her cheek was pale and thinner than should be for one so young, 20 25 And her eyes on all my motions with a mute observance hung. And I said, "My cousin Amy, speak, and speak the truth to me, On her pallid cheek and forehead came a color and a light, And she turned-her bosom shaken with a sudden storm of sighs All the spirit deeply dawning in the dark of hazel eyes Saying, "I have hid my feelings, fearing they should do me wrong;" Saying, "Dost thou love me, cousin?" weeping, "I have loved thee long." Love took up the glass of Time, and turned it in his glowing hands; Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands. Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight. 30 35 40 Many a morning on the moorland did we hear the copses ring, 45 And her whisper thronged my pulses with the fulness of the spring. Many an evening by the waters did we watch the stately ships, Falser than all fancy fathoms, falser than all songs have sung, 50 Is it well to wish thee happy?—having known me—to decline Yet it shall be thou shalt lower to his level day by day, clay. As the husband is, the wife is: thou art mated with a clown, And the grossness of his nature will have weight to drag thee 60 down. He will hold thee, when his passion shall have spent its novel force, Something better than his dog, a little deårer than his horse. What is this? his eyes are heavy: think not they are glazed with 65 wine. Go to him (it is thy duty; kiss him); take his hand in thine. It may be my lord is weary, that his brain is overwrought: Soothe him with thy finer fancies, touch him with thy lighter thought. He will answer to the purpose, easy things to understand— Better thou wert dead before me, though I slew thee with my hand! Better thou and I were lying, hidden from the heart's disgrace, Rolled in one another's arms, and silent in a last embrace. Curséd be the social wants that sin against the strength of youth! Curséd be the social lies that warp us from the living truth! 70 75 Cursed be the sickly forms that err from honest Nature's rule! Curséd be the gold that gilds the straitened forehead of the 80 fool! Well-'tis well that I should bluster! worthy proved Hadst thou less un Would to God-for I had loved thee more than ever wife was loved. Am I mad that I should cherish that which bears but bitter fruit? I will pluck it from my bosom, though my heart be at the root. Never, though my mortal summers to such length of years should come As the many-wintered crow that leads the clanging rookery home. 85 90 |