THE BUGLE SONG THE splendor falls on castle walls And the wild cataract leaps in glory. O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river: Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, 10 15 EXERCISES What word indicates the chief thought of the poem? What is the nature background? Show that there is a progression, in the stanzas, from the real to the ideal. What is the chief emotion? Compare the intensity of the feeling with that expressed in each of the three preceding poems. Point out the lines of the poem in which you find alliteration; internal rhyme; assonance of vowel sounds, What is the refrain ? Recite at least three lines in which the movement corresponds with the thought and feeling. In the refrain what is the relation of the word "echoes" to the rest of the sentence? 5 CROSSING THE BAR SUNSET and evening star, And one clear call for me ! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound or foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crost the bar. ALFRED TENNYSON. The student may interpret this poem; commit it to memory; and recite it, as he thinks it ought to be recited. SCENE: Partly at Venice; and partly at Belmont, the seat of Portia, on the Enter ANTONIO, SALARINO, and SALANIO. Antonio. In sooth, I know not why I am so sad · But how I caught it, found it, or came by it, And such a want-wit sadness makes of me, Salarino. Your mind is tossing on the ocean; There, where your argosies with portly sail, 5 10 Or, as it were, the pageants of the sea, That curt'sy to them, do them reverence, As they fly by them with their woven wings. Salanio. Believe me, sir, had I such venture forth, Be with my hopes abroad. I should be still Salarino. My wind cooling my broth To kiss her burial. Should I go to church And see the holy edifice of stone, And not bethink me straight of dangerous rocks, And now worth nothing? Shall I have the thought Is sad to think upon his merchandise. Antonio. Believe me, no: I thank my fortune for it, My ventures are not in one bottom trusted, INTROD. LESS. IN ENG. LIT.- - 17 Nor to one place; nor is my whole estate Antonio. Fie, fie! Salarino. Not in love neither? Then let us say you are sad, Because you are not merry and 'twere as easy For you to laugh and leap and say you are merry, 45 Because you are not sad. Now, by two-headed Janus, 50 That they'll not show their teeth in way of smile, 55 Enter BASSANIO, LORENZO, and GRATIANO. Salanio. Here comes Bassanio, your most noble kinsman, Gratiano and Lorenzo. Fare ye well: We leave you now with better company. Salarino. I would have staid till I had made you 60 merry, If worthier friends had not prevented me. Antonio. Your worth is very dear in my regard. I take it, your own business calls on you And you embrace the occasion to depart. Bassanio. Good signiors both, when shall we laugh? say, when? You grow exceeding strange: must it be so? 65 |