his eye or judgment to discern his faults, since we have spoke and counsel is not heard, I, for my part,-let others as they list,— will leave the court, and leave him to his will, lest with a ruthful eye I should behold his overthrow, which sore I fear is nigh. Dor. Ah father, are you so estranged from love, from due allegiance to your prince and land, that see their lands unfruitful, to forsake them; they toil, they plough, and make the fallow fat: R. GREENE 859 Pol. W Mer. P. P. M. POLYPHONTES-MEROPE HAT mad bewilderment of grief is this? M. Pity thyself; none needs compassion more. P. M. P. M. Thy crime: that were enough to make me fear. M. Atoned this very day, perhaps, it is. P. M. P. M. P. M. P. M. My final victory proves the Gods appeased. Hatred and passionate envy blind their eyes. O heaven-abandoned wretch, that envies thee! Thou hold'st so cheap, then, the Messenian crown? To-day I reign: the rest I leave to Fate. For Fate thou wait'st not long; since, in this hourP. What? for so far she hath not proved my foeM. Fate seals my lips and drags to ruin thee. M. ARNOLD 860 Th. H ASTROLOGY THEKLA-MAX. PICCOLOMINI ERE six or seven colossal statues, and all kings, stood round me in a half-circle. Each one in his hand a sceptre bore, and on his head a star; and in the tower no other light was there but from these stars: all seemed to come from them. 'These are the planets,' said that low old man, 'they govern worldly fates, and for that cause are imaged here as kings. He farthest from you, spiteful and cold, an old man melancholy, with bent and yellow forehead, he is Saturn. He opposite, the king with the red light, an arm'd man for the battle, that is Mars: and both these bring but little luck to man.' But at his side a lovely lady stood, the star upon her head was soft and bright, and that was Venus, the bright star of joy. On the left hand, lo! Mercury with wings. Quite in the middle glittered silver bright a cheerful man, and with a monarch's mien; and this was Jupiter, my father's star: and at his side I saw the Sun and Moon. 861 Max. O never rudely will I blame his faith in the might of stars and angels!— For fable is Love's world, his home, his birth-place; divinities, being himself divine. The intelligible forms of ancient poets, the fair humanities of old religion, the power, the beauty, and the majesty that had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain, or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring, or chasms and wat'ry depths; all these have vanished: 862 yonder they move, from yonder visible sky S. T. COLERIDGE from Schiller PANTHEA TO ASIA ITH our sea-sister at his feet I slept. WIT The mountain mists, condensing at our voice 'Sister of her whose footsteps pave the world of that immortal shape was shadowed o'er P. B. SHELLEY 863 CHATILLON AMBASSADOR To philip king of FRANCE HEN turn your forces from this paltry siege, THE and stir them up against a mightier task. England, impatient of your just demands, his marches are expedient to this town, F. S. III 18 864 With him along is come the mother-queen, with ladies' faces, and fierce dragons' spleens,— in brief, a braver choice of dauntless spirits, H DAVID'S LAMENT OVER ABSALOM ATH Absalon sustained the stroke of death? die, David, for the death of Absalon, and make these cursed news the bloody darts, and in some cedar's shade, the thunder slew, against the body of that blasted plant in thousand shivers break thy ivory lute, Then let them toss my broken lute to heaven, G. PEELE LADY NEUBRUNN-THEKLA 865 Neu. YOUR OUR heart, dear lady, is disquieted! and this is not the way that leads to quiet. Thek. To a deep quiet, such as he has found, 866 There will my heart be eased, my tears will flow. there is no rest for me till I have left these walls-they fall in on me. . . A dim power themselves to avenge his death: and they accuse me forsake their leader even in his death-they died for him! and shall I live?- for me too was that laurel-garland twined that decks his bier. S. T. COLERIDGE from Schiller DUKE OF YORK 'HE army of the queen hath got the field: THE my uncles both are slain in rescuing me; turn back, and fly, like ships before the wind, and when the hardiest warriors did retire, With this, we charg'd again: but out, alas! |