And on the glass the unmeaning beat Beyond the circle of our hearth No welcome sound of toil or mirth PARAPHRASE XII. Study especially curious, mimic, pendent, trammels, transfigured, visible. As night drew on, and, from the crest The crane and pendent trammels showed, Whispered the old rhyme: "Under the tree, Discriminate between remember, recollect. Study carefully this fine description of a person. As one who held herself a part Of all she saw, and let her heart Against the household bosom lean, Upon the motley-braided mat Our youngest and our dearest sat, Now bathed within the fadeless green And holy peace of Paradise. Oh, looking from some heavenly hill, Do those large eyes behold me still? With me one little year ago: The chill weight of the winter snow For months upon her grave has lain; For something gone which should be nigh, In flower that blooms, and bird that sings. Safe in thy immortality, What change can reach the wealth I hold? When cool and long the shadows grow, I walk to meet the night that soon Shall shape and shadow overflow, I cannot feel that thou art far, JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER. EXERCISES IN COMPOSITION. DEVELOPMENT XX. THE HOUSE IN THE MEADOW. It stands in a sunny meadow, The house, so mossy and brown, The trees fold their green arms around it— And the winds go chanting through them, The cowslips spring in the marshes, The roses bloom on the hill, And beside the brook in the pasture, The herds go feeding at will. LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON. Develop this descriptive poem, and weave in with it a sketch of a person whose home you may suppose this "House in the Meadow" to be. Take a character from actual life, changing, however, to suit your purpose. This and the following themes are principally descriptive, but narration need not be excluded entirely. DEVELOPMENT XXI. A FARM PICTURE. An old farm-house nearly hidden among trees. Ample barns. Fields of grain. Meadows with cattle grazing. Roads running between fields. Men busy in the fields. Children gathering berries. DEVELOPMENT XXII. A MORNING SCENE. A clear summer morning. A quiet stream bordered by rushes and trees. One large tree leaning over the stream. Pond lilies upon its surface. Mossy stones. Birds singing. Cattle standing in the water, or coming to drink. Suitable reflections. DEVELOPMENT XXIII. CLEON AND I. Cleon hath a million acres; ne'er a one have I: Cleon true possesseth acres; but the landscape, I — Cleon is a slave to grandeur; free as thought am I: Cleon sees no charms in Nature; in a daisy, I: Clcon hears no anthems ringing in the sea and sky; Nature sings to me forever — earnest listener, I: State for state, with all attendants, who would change? not I. CHARLES MACKAY. This poem offers a fine opportunity for contrasting descriptions of both landscape and persons. |