e for real power,--
Such as God giveth as His rarest dower 5
Of mastery, to the few with greatness rife,--
Must, ere the morning mists have ceased to lower
Till the long shadows of the night arrive,
Stand in the arena. Laurels that are won,
Plucked from green boughs, soon wither; those that last 10
Are gather'd patiently, when sultry noon
And summer's fiery glare in vain are past.
Life is the hour of labour; on Earth's breast
Serene and undisturb'd shall be thy rest.
--_Sir Daniel Wilson (By permission)_
PREPARATORY.--What is the essential thought in this
sonnet? Quote corresponding passages. Give illustrations
from history and fiction.
What words are emphatic because of (_a_) contrast
expressed, (_b_) contrast implied? (Introduction, pp. 30
and 32.)
Read ll. 3-9, with a view to Perspective. (Introduction,
p. 33.)
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A WOOD LYRIC
Into the stilly woods I go,
Where the shades are deep and the wind-flowers blow,
And the hours are dreamy and lone and long,
And the power of silence is greater than song.
Into the stilly woods I go, 5
Where the leaves are cool and the wind-flowers blow.
When I go into the stilly woods,
And know all the flowers in their sweet, shy hoods,
The tender leaves in their shimmer and sheen
Of darkling shadow, diaphanous green, 10
In those haunted halls where my footstep falls,
Like one who enters cathedral walls,
A spirit of beauty floods over me,
As over a swimmer the waves of the sea,
That strengthens and glories, refreshens and fills, 15
Till all mine inner heart wakens and thrills
With a new and a glad and a sweet delight,
And a sense of the infinite out of sight,
Of the great unknown that we may not know,
But only feel with an inward glow 20
When into the great, glad woods we go.
O life-worn brothers, come with me
Into the wood's hushed sanctity,
Where the great, cool branches are heavy with June,
And the voices of summer are strung in tune; 25
Come with me, O heart out-worn,
Or spirit whom life's brute-struggles have torn,
Come, tired and broken and wounded feet,
Where the walls are greening, the floors are sweet,
The roofs are
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