66 FOR THERE WAS MILTON LIKE A SERAPH STRONG, -(TENNYSON) Till the war-drum throbbed no longer, and the battle-flags were [From "Locksley Hall."-This "grand prophetic passage" is said to "AFTER-LOVES OF MAIDS AND MEN ARE BUT DAINTIES DREST AGAIN."-ALFRED TENNYSON. THE THREE GODDESSES. [Enone is a shepherdess in love with Paris, the beautiful son of Priam, king of Troy. The three goddesses, Juno, Minerva, and Venus-or Power, Wisdom, and Beauty-having disputed to whom the prize of loveliness, a golden apple, should be given, refer the decision to Paris. The appearance of the goddesses is thus described by Enone. Mount Ida is situated in the island of Crete.] HERE lies a vale in Ida, lovelier Than all the valleys of Ionian hills. The swimming vapour slopes athwart the glen, Stands up and takes the morning; but in front The crown of Troas. Hither came at noon Mournful Enone, wandering forlorn Of Paris, once her playmate on the hills. BESIDE HIM SHAKESPEARE BLAND AND MILD."-TENNYSON. "I THINK YOU HARDLY KNOW THE TENDER RHYME OF TRUST ME NOT AT ALL, OR ALL IN ALL." "IBID. "TEARS FROM THE DEPTH OF SOME DIVINE DESPAIR RISE IN THE HEART, AND GATHER TO THE EYES,-(TENNYSON) TEARS, Idle TEARS, I KNOW NOT WHAT THEY MEAN."-TENNYSON. THE THREE GODDESSES. Floated her hair or seemed to float in rest. Sloped downward to her seat from the upper cliff. Dear mother Ida, harken ere I die. It was the deep midnoon: one silvery cloud Had lost his way between the piney sides Naked they came to that smooth-swarded bower, And overhead the wandering ivy and vine, 465 With bunch and berry and flower through and through. O mother Ida, harken ere I die. And o'er him flowed a golden cloud, and leaned Wherewith to embellish state, "from many a vale In glassy bays among her tallest towers." "MAN DREAMS OF FAME WHILE WOMAN WAKES TO LOVE."-TENNYSON. 32 IN LOOKING ON THE HAPPY AUTUMN FIELDS, AND THINKING OF THE DAYS THAT ARE NO MORE."-TENNYSON. AND EVER WIDENING SLOWLY SILENCE ALL. THE LITTLE RIFT WITHIN THE LOVER'S LUTE,-(TENNYSON) 466 IT IS THE LITTLE RIFT WITHIN THE LUTE, ALFRED TENNYSON. O mother Ida, harken ere I die : Still she spake on, and still she spake of power, "Which in all action is the end of all; Power fitted to the season; wisdom-bred Alliance and allegiance, till thy hand Fail from the sceptre staff. Such boon from me, Dear mother Ida, harken ere I die. She ceased, and Paris held the costly fruit "Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control, Dear mother Ida, harken ere I die. THAT BY-AND-BY WILL MAKE THE MUSIC MUTE, OR LITTLE PITTED SPECK IN GARNERED FRUIT, THAT ROTTING INWARD SLOWLY MOULDERS ALL."-TENNYSON. "BUT ANY MAN THAT WALKS THE MEAD, IN BUD, OR BLADE, OR BLOOM, MAY FIND, MUSING ON THE LITTLE LIVES OF MEN, (ALFRED TENNYSON) And Paris pondered, and I cried, "O Paris, O mother Ida, many-fountained Ida, Fresh as the foam, new-bathed in Paphian wells, Dear mother Ida, harken ere I die. AND HOW THEY MAR THIS LITTLE BY THEIR FEUDS."-TENNYSON. ACCORDING AS HIS HUMOURS LEAD, A MEANING SUITED TO HIS MIND."-TENNYSON. 467 "IS IT SO TRUE THAT SECOND THOUGHTS ARE BEST?-(TENNYSON) The herald of her triumph, drawing nigh, She spoke and laughed: I shut my sight for fear ; [From "Poems," library edition, 1872.-"Enone' is akin in spirit to Keats's 'Endymion' and 'Hyperion'; but its verse is more majestic, and its luxuriant pictorial richness more controlled by definite conception, more articulated by fine drawing, than even the latter and greater of Keats's two poems. Gorgeous mountain and figure-painting stand here as the predominant aim, as clearly as in any picture by Titian or Turner; only poetry will not lose her prerogative of speech, and will paint her mountains and her figures in a medium of passion to which the artist upon canvas vainly aspires. Round Ida and its valleys, round Troas and its windy citadel, Enone can pour the enchantment of her memories of love and grief. To her come the naked goddesses-painted as Rubens could not paint them: life, motion, and floating lights-utter celestial music, and grand thoughts ally themselves with splendid pictures."-GEORGE BRIMLEY.] "OH, TO WHAT USES SHALL WE PUT THE WILDWEED-FLOWER THAT SIMPLY BLOWS? AND IS THERE ANY MORAL SHUT WITHIN THE BOSOM OF THE ROSE?"-TENNYSON. B BREAK, BREAK, BREAK. REAK, break, break, On the cold gray stones, O Sea! O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay! NOT FIRST, AND THIRD, WHICH ARE A RIPER FIRST?"-TENNYSON. |