He saw my anger was sincere, And lovingly began to chide me ; C. M. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take Lovelace. "To Althea, from prison." 'Twas twilight, and the sunless day went down And the dim desolate deep: twelve days had Fear 66 Byron, Draw near, You lovers that complain, Of Fortune or Disdain, And to my ashes lend a tear; Melt the hard marble with your groans, And soften the relentless stones, Whose cold embraces the sad subject hide, Sweetest love! I do not go For weariness of thee, Nor in hope the world can show But since that I Must die at last, 'tis best Thus to use myself in jest, By feigned death to die. Donne. "To his Love, on going a Journey." She spoke and wept the dark and azure well : Sparkled beneath the shower of her bright tears, And every little circlet where they fell, Flung to the cavern-roof inconstant spheres Shelley. On the door you will not enter, I have gazed too long-adieu ! Close and cover These poor eyes, you called, I ween, Mrs. Browning. "Catarina to Camoens.' Speak, speak, thou fearful guest! Still in rude armour drest, Comest to daunt me! Wrapt not in Eastern balms, Why dost thou haunt me? Longfellow. "The Spectre in Armour." (h). STANZAS OF NINE VERSES. One particular arrangement of nine-line verse is known as the Spenserian stanza, being first used by Spenser in his Fairie Queene. It consists of eight heroics followed by an Alexandrine, and these are made to rhyme in three sets, 1, 3; 2, 4, 5, 7; 6, 8, 9. Though it is thus complex in structure, there is sufficient variety in its stately swing to render it suitable, either for lengthy or short compositions, and to make it a favourite form with most of our poets. Besides the Fairie Queene, Thomson's Castle of Indolence, Beattie's Minstrel, Burns's Cotter's Saturday Night, Byron's Childe Harold, and Shelley's Revolt of Islam, are written in it. A stanza from each of these poems follows: His life was nigh into death's door yplast, And thread-bare cote and cobbled shoes he wore; Spenser. "Avarice. I care not, Fortune, what you me deny ; Ah! who can tell how hard it is to climb The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar; Has felt the influence of malignant star, And waged with Fortune an eternal war; And Poverty's unconquerable bar, In life's low vale remote has pined alone, Then dropped into the grave, unpitied and unknown. Beattie. Dr. Beattie says of this stanza: "I am surprised to find the structure of Spenser's complicated stanza so little troublesome. I think it the most harmonious that ever was contrived. It admits of more variety of pauses than either the couplet or the alternate rhyme [he means the stanza of four], and it concludes with a pomp and majesty of sound which to my ear is wonderfully delightful. It seems also very well adapted to the genius of our language, which from its irregularity of inflexion and number of monosyllables, abounds in diversified terminations and consequently renders our poetry susceptible of an endless variety of legitimate rhymes.* * Forbes's "Life of Beattie." O happy love! where love like this is found! 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair In other's arms breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale. Burns. Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean-roll! He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown. Byron. Specimens of other nine-line stanzas, not Spenserian, follow. If thou beest born to strange sights, Things invisible to see, Ride ten thousand days and nights Till age snow white hairs on thee; And swear, Nowhere, Lives a woman true and fair. Donne. "Fair and False.' |