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house of some friends, who were absent on a journey to England. It was on a beautiful summer evening, while wandering among the lanes where myrtle hedges were the bowers of the fire-flies, that we heard the carolling of the skylark, which inspired one of the most beautiful of his poems.”—Moxon's edition of 1840, p. 278.

Shelley chose the measure of this poem with great felicity. The earnest hurry of the four short lines, followed by the long effusiveness of the Alexandrine, expresses the eagerness and continuity of the lark. There is a luxury of the latter kind in Shakspeare's song, produced by the reduplication of the rhymes :

Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,

And Phæbus 'gins arise
His steeds to water at those springs

On chalic'd flowers that lies ;
And winking mary-buds begin

To ope their golden eyes :
With everything that pretty bin,

My lady sweet, arise.

“ Chalic'd flowers that liesis an ungrammatical license in use with the most scholarly writers of the time; and, to say the truth, it was a slovenly one; though there is all the difference in the world between the license of power and that of poverty.

IIn profuse strains of unpremeditated art.”—During the prevalence of the unimaginative and unmusical poetry of the last century, it was thought that an Alexandrine should always be cut in halves, for the greater sweetness; that is to say, monotony. The truth is, the pause may be thrown anywhere, or even entirely omitted, as in the unhesitating and characteristic instance before us. See also the eighth stanza. The Alexandrines throughout the poem evince the nicest musical feeling.

2 Like a high-born maiden

In a palace tower. Mark the accents on the word “ love-laden,” so beautifully carrying on the stress into the next line

Soothing her love-làden

Sòul in secret hour. The music of the whole stanza is of the loveliest sweetness; of energy in the midst of softness; of dulcitude and variety. Not a sound of a vowel in the quatrain resembles that of another, except in the rhymes ; while the very sameness or repetition of the sounds in the Alexandrine intimates the revolvement and continuity of the music which the lady is playing. Observe, for instance (for nothing is too minute to dwell upon in such beauty), the contrast of the i and o in “high-born;" the difference of the a in“ maiden” from that in “ palace;" the strong opposition of maiden to tower (making the rhyme more vigorous in proportion to the general softness); then the new differences in soothing, love-laden, soul, and secret, all diverse from one

another, and from the whole strain ; and finally, the strain itself, winding up in the Alexandrine with a cadence of particular repetitions, which constitutes nevertheless a new difference on that account, and by the prolongation of the tone.

“ It gives a very echo to the seat
Where love is throned.”

There is another passage of Shakspeare which it more particularly calls to mind;—the

Ditties highly penu'd,
Sung by a fair queen in a summer bower

With ravishing division to her lute. But as Shakspeare was not writing lyrically in this passage, nor desirous to fill it with so much love and sentiment, it is no irreverence to say that the modern excels it. The music is carried on into the first two lines of the next stanza :

Like a glow-worm golden

In a dell of dew;

a melody as happy in its alliteration as in what may be termed its counterpoint. And the colouring of this stanza is as beautiful as the music.

3« Thou scorner of the ground.”-A most noble and emphatic close of the stanza. Not that the lark, in any vulgar sense of the word, “scorns” the ground, for he dwells upon it: but that, like the poet, nobody can take leave of common-places with more heavenly triumph.

A GARISH DAY.

(SAID BY A POTENT RUFFIAN.)

The all-beholding sun yet shines; I hear
A busy stir of men about the streets;
I see the bright sky through the window-panes :
It is a garish, broad, and peering day;
Loud, light, suspicious, full of eyes and ears ;
And every little corner, nook, and hole,
Is penetrated with the insolent light.
Come, darkness!

CONTEMPLATION OF VIOLENCE.

(BY A MAN NOT BAD.)

Spare me now.
I am as one lost in a midnight wood,
Who dares not ask some harmless passenger
The path across the wilderness, lest he,
As my thoughts are, should be a murderer.

A ROCK AND A CHASM.

I remember, Two miles on this side of the fort, the road Crosses a deep ravine : 't is rough and narrow, And winds with short turns down the precipice; And in its depth there is a mighty rock, Which has, from unimaginable years,

Sustain'd itself with terror and with toil
Over a gulf, and with the agony
With which it clings seems slowly coming down;
Even as a wretched soul, hour after hour,
Clings to the mass of life ; yet clinging, leans,
And, leaning, makes more dark the dread abyss
In which it fears to fall. Beneath this crag,
Huge as despair, as if in weariness,
The melancholy mountain yawns. Below
You hear, but see not, an impetuous torrent
Raging among the caverns; and a bridge
Crosses the chasm ; and high above these grow,
With intersecting trunks, from crag to crag,
Cedars, and yews, and pines; whose tangled hair
Is matted in one solid roof of shade
By the dark ivy's twine. At noon-day here
'Tis twilight, and at sunset blackest night.

LOVELINESS INEXPRESSIBLE.

Sweet lamp! my moth-like muse has burnt its wings;
Or, like a dying swan who soars and sings,
Young Love should teach Time in his own gray style
All that thou art. Art thou not void of guile;
A lovely soul form’d to be blest and bless ?
A well of seal’d and secret happiness,
Whose waters like blithe light and music are,
Vanquishing dissonance and gloom ?-a star
Which moves not in the moving heavens, alone?
A smile amid dark frowns ?-a gentle tone
Amid rude voices ?—a beloved sight?
A Solitude, a Refuge, a Delight ?
A lute, which those whom love has taught to play,
Make music on, to soothe the roughest day,

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