But you may stay yet here awhile And go at last. Herrick. "To Blossoms." Is there a man whose judgment clear Wild as the wave? Here pause, and through the starting tear Burns. A Bard's Epitaph." I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou I loved to choose and see my path-but now I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, (ƒ). STANZAS OF SEVEN Verses. Seven heroics, the first five rhyming at intervals, the last two in succession, form what is known as Rhyme Royal. This stanza was much used by early writers, Chaucer, Spenser, &c., but has found few imitations in modern poets, e.g. : So every spirit as it is most pure, And hath in it the more of heavenly light, To habit it, and is more fairly dight Awake, awake my lyre! And tell thy silent master's humble tale Though so exalted she And I so lowly be, Tell her such different notes make all thy harmony. Oh, what a dawn of day! Cowley. "The Lover to his Lyre." How the March sun feels like May! All is blue again, After last night's rain, And the south dries the hawthorn spray Only, my love's away! I'd as lief that the blue were grey. R. Browning. "A Lover's Quarrel." Three corpses lay out on the shining sands In the morning gleam as the tide went down ; For men must work, and women must weep, Kingsley. "The Three Fishers." In the convent clad in grey, Found other chimes Nearer to the earth than they. Longfellow.. "Olive Basselin." Swiftly walk over the western wave, Out of the misty eastern cave, Where, all the long and lone daylight, Which make thee terrible and dear, Shelley. "To Night." We are so unlike each other Thou and I, that none could guess We were children of one mother But for mutual tenderness. Thou art rose-lined from the cold, Life's new pleasures manifold. Mrs. Browning. "Bertha in the Lane." Though, like a wanderer, The sun gone down, My rest a stone; Yet in my dreams I'd be Nearer, my God, to Thee— Nearer to Thee. Sarah Flower Adams. The flower that smiles to-day To-morrow dies; All that we wish to stay Tempts and then flies: What is this world's delight? Lightning that mocks the night, Brief even as bright. Shelley. "Mutability." (g). STANZAS OF EIGHT VErses. Eight heroics, the first six rhyming alternately, the last two in succession, are known as Ottara Rima. Many of the great poems of Italy, Spain, and Portugal are arranged in this stanza: Byron's translation of Morgante Maggiore and his Don Juan are the best English examples of it. But the Consul's brow was sad, And the Consul's speech was low, Before the bridge goes down; And if they once may win the bridge, What hope to save the town?" Macaulay. "Horatius." A wizard is he! Do you see, d'ye see? Temples arise in the upper air: Now they are gone, And a troop comes on Of plumed knights and ladies fair; G They pass—and a host of spirits grey Sarah Flower Adams. "March Song." I'm wearin' awa’, John, Like snaw wreaths in thaw, John, To the land o' the leal. There's nae sorrow there, John, I' the land o' the leal. Lady Nairn. I climbed the dark brow of the mighty Helvellyn, Lakes and mountains beneath me gleamed misty and wide; All was still, save, by fits, when the eagle was yelling, And starting around me the echoes replied. On the right, Striden-edge round the Red-tarn was bending, And Catchedicam its left verge was defending, One huge nameless rock in the front was ascending, When I mark'd the sad spot where the wanderer had died. Sir Walter Scott. "Helvellyn." Welcome, maids of honour! You do bring In the spring, And wait upon her. She has virgins many Yet ye are More sweet than any. Herrick. "To Violets." |