5. What heroes from the woodland sprung,

When, through the fresh-awakened land,
The thrilling cry of freedom rung,
And to the work of warfare strung
The yeoman's iron hand!

6. She walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

7. In a far country that I cannot name
And on a year long ages past away,
A King there dwelt, in rest and ease and fame,
And richer than the Emperor is today:

-BRYANT

-BYRON

The very thought of what this man might say
From dusk to dawn kept many a lord awake;
For fear of him did many a great man quake.
-WILLIAM MORRIS

8. A casement high and triple-arch'd there was
All garlanded with carven imageries

Of fruits, and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass,
And diamonded with panes of quaint device,
Innumerable of stains and splendid dyes,
As are the tiger-moth's deep-damask'd wings;
And in the midst, 'mong thousand heraldries,
And twilight saints, and dim emblazonings,

A shielded scutcheon blush'd with blood of queens and kings.
-KEATS

9. What is a sonnet? 'Tis a pearly shell
That murmurs of the far-off murmuring sea,
A precious jewel carved most curiously;
It is a little picture painted well.
What is a sonnet? 'Tis the tear that fell
From a great poet's hidden ecstasy;
A two-edged sword, a star, a song-ah me!
Sometimes a heavy tolling funeral bell.

This was the flame that shook with Dante's breath,
The solemn organ whereon Milton played,

And the clear glass where Shakespeare's shadow falls:
A sea that is-beware who ventureth!

For like a fiord the narrow floor is laid

Deep as mid-ocean to sheer mountain walls.*

10. Blow, blow, thou winter wind,

Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude;

Thy tooth is not so keen
Because thou art not seen,

Although thy breath be rude.

-R. W. GILDER

Heigh ho! sing heigh ho! unto the green holly.

Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly;

Then, heigh ho! the holly!

This life is most jolly.

11. Fair Daffodils, we weep to see

You haste away so soon;

As yet the early risen Sun

Has not attained his noon.

Stay, stay,

Until the hasting day

Has run

But to the even-song;

And having pray'd together, we

Will go with you along.

-SHAKESPEARE

-HERRICK

8 Find, in any volume by a standard poet-Longfellow, Tennyson, Browning, or Wordsworth for example-five different stanza forms.

9 Find, wherever you can, examples of five different kinds of four line stanzas.

10 Opening any volume of poetry, try to discover why some lines are indented, others not.

11 Here are passages to study. Point out examples of onomatopoeia, and determine where it is employed most * Reprinted by permission of Houghton Mifflin Company, publishers of Gilder's poems.

successfully. Point out lines in which the poet appears to be seeking melody by repetition of some letter or sound; that is, point out examples of alliteration. Find lines in which the vowels form harmonious sequence. Find passages in which the swing of the lines suggests the sense.

1. The sound must seem an echo of the sense:
Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows,
And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows;
But when loud surges lash the sounding shore,
When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw,
The line too labors, and the words move slow.
Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain,

Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.

2. A woman weeping for her murdered mate Was cared as much for as a summer shower.

3. And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs Married to immortal verse.

4. And on the tawny sands and shelves

Trip the pert fairies and the dapper elves.

-POPE

-TENNYSON

-MILTON

-MILTON

5. While the great organ almost burst his pipes, Groaning for power, and rolling thro' the court A long melodious thunder.

-TENNYSON

6. There is a gentle nymph not far from hence,

That with moist curb sways the smooth Severn stream.

7. Hear the sledges with the bells,

Silver bells!

-MILTON

What a world of merriment their melody foretells!

How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,

In the icy air of night!

While the stars, that over sprinkle

All the heavens, seem to twinkle

With a crystalline delight

Keeping time, time, time,

In a sort of Runic rhyme,

To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells—
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,

Bells, bells, bells—

From the jingling and the tingling of the bells.

-POE

8. Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy!

-MILTON

9. She was pinched and pulled, she said,
And he, by Friar's lantern led,
Tells how the drudging goblin sweat
To earn his cream bowl duly set,
When in one night, ere glimpse of morn,

His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn
That ten day-laborers could not end;
Then lies him down, the lubber fiend,

And, stretched out all the chimney's length,
Basks at the fire his hairy strength,
And crop-full out of door he flings
Ere the first cock his matin rings.
Thus done the tales, to bed they creep,
By whispering winds soon lulled asleep.

10. The long low dune and lazy plunging sea.

11. Her low firm voice and tender government.

-MILTON

-TENNYSON

-TENNYSON

12. The broad ambrosial aisles of lofty lime
Made noise with bees and breeze from end to end.
-TENNYSON

13. Now, while they spake, I saw my father's face
Grow long and troubled, like a rising moon,
Inflamed with wrath; he started on his feet,
Tore the king's letter, snowed it down, and rent
The wonder of the loom thro' warp and woof
From skirt to skirt; and at the last he sware

That he would send a hundred thousand men,
And bring her in a whirlwind; then he chewed
The thrice-turned cud of wrath, and cooked his spleen,
Communing with his captains of the war.

14. All day within the dreamy house,

The doors upon their hinges creak'd;
The blue fly sung in the pane; the mouse
Behind the mouldering wainscot shriek'd

Or from the crevice peer'd about.

-TENNYSON

15. There comes across the waves' tumultuous roar The wolf's long howl from Oonalaska's shore.

-CAMPBELL

16. Blow, blow, blow, set the wild echoes flyingAnswer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.

-TENNYSON

17. Clang battle axe, and flash brand! Let the King reign. -TENNYSON

18. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight,
And all the air a solemn stillness holds,
Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight,
And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds.

19. Sonorous metal breathing martial sound.

20. O Swallow, Swallow, flying, flying South, Fly to her, and fall upon her gilded eaves,

-GRAY

-MILTON

And tell her, tell her what I tell to thee. -TENNYSON

21. O Tite tute Tati tibi tanta tyranne tulisti.

22. Row, vassals, row, for the pride of the Highlands! Stretch to your oars, for the ever-green Pine!

O, that the rosebud that graces yon islands

Were wreathed in a garland around him to twine!
O that some seedling gem,

Worthy such noble stem,