It is a beauteous evening, calm and free; Lives of great men all remind us Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another Sailing o'er life's solemn main, Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing, WORDSWORTH. Learn to labor and to wait. - LONGFELLOW. Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing, morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. GRAY. ༩༥༢༩ And slowly answered Arthur from the barge: Lest one good custom should corrupt the world. I have lived my life, and that which I have done, Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer All day thy wings have fanned At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, And soon that toil shall end; TENNYSON. Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows; Soon, o'er thy sheltered nest. reeds shall bend, - BRYANT. Then from a neighboring thicket the mocking-bird, wildest of singers, Swinging aloft on a willowy spray that hung o'er the water, Shook from his little throat such floods of delirious music, That the whole air and the woods and the waves seemed silent Plaintive at first were the tones, and sad; then soaring to madness As when, after a storm, a gust of wind through the tree-tops Shakes down the rattling rain in a crystal shower on the branches. LONGFELLOW. Over his keys the musing organist, Beginning doubtfully and far away, And builds a bridge from Dreamland for his lay; Gives hope and fervor, nearer draws his theme, First guessed by faint auroral flushes sent Along the wavering vista of his dream. — Lowell. And when I am stretched beneath the pines, I laugh at the lore and the pride of man, At the sophist schools, and the learned clan; When man in the bush with God may meet?-EMERSON. 'Twas twilight and the sunless day went down Which, if withdrawn, would but disclose the frown And the dim desolate deep: twelve days had Fear And oft the craggy cliff he loved to climb, When all in mist the world below was lost What dreadful pleasure! there to stand sublime, Like shipwrecked mariner on desert coast, And view the enormous waste of vapor, tossed In billows, lengthening to the horizon round, Now scooped in gulfs, with mountains now embossed, Flocks, herds, and waterfalls, along the hoar profound! BEATTIE. NOTE In addition to the foregoing poetical selections, those previously given may be analyzed with reference to form, content, and mood. Their beauty or excellence will now be more clearly understood. Furthermore, it is recommended that the teacher assign brief poems, either from our standard authors or from current literature, for full analysis and criticism. The blank verse of Tennyson, Shelley, Milton, and Shakespeare might be investigated and compared at considerable length in order to determine the average length of their sentences, the place of the cæsural pause, and the proportion of "end-stopt" or "run-on” lines. CHAPTER VIII KINDS OF POETRY 55. Classification. Poetry may be divided into four general types or classes: (1) didactic poetry, which is chiefly concerned with instruction; (2) lyric poetry, which generally gives expression to some emotion; (3) epic poetry, which is devoted principally to narration; and (4) dramatic poetry, which deals with direct representation. All these types or classes have variations and subdivisions, which call for consideration in some detail. 56. Didactic Poetry. The term " didactic" as applied to poetry involves a seeming contradiction. Instruction is a function peculiar to prose; but in the hands of a genuine poet, didactic verse may be so adorned by the imagination and so warmed by the feelings as to lift it sometimes into the realm of genuine poetry. Thus Dryden's Religio Laici, the first didactic poem of special note in our language, is essentially prosaic in theme and purpose. But its opening lines, by a happy simile, are unmistakably poetic: "Dim as the borrowed beams of moon and stars To lonely, weary, wandering travellers, Is Reason to the soul; and as on high Those rolling fires discover but the sky, Not light us here, so Reason's glimmering ray |