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No voice or hideous hum
Runs through the arched 1 roof in words deceiving.
Can nomōre divine,
With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos 16 leaving.
The lonely mountains o'er
And the resounding 17 shore,
A voice of weeping heard and loud lament;
Edged with poplar pale,
The parting genius 18 is with sighing sent;"
The nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.
CAUTIONS: a. Care must be taken to sound the last syllable of the words marked like armed. Ocean is always a trissyllable with Milton. b. This verse must be read with great slowness. c. This is the most difficult stanza of them all to read. The voice should be slow and full in the first two lines; the next five should be read, more rapidly, and then the last line should be read with a certain slow pomp. d. Take care not to let the accent touch the the before prophetic.
MEANINGS: 1. Idle, that is, no longer of use. 2. Hostile blood, a Latin idiom for the blood of enemies. 3. Awful, in the old sense of filled with awe. 4. Whist, hushed. 5. Simply chatting, chatting in their usual simple-hearted way. To give it this meaning, the first syllable of simply must be dwelt on. 6. Pan, the god of shepherds. 7. Strook, an old participial form for struck. 8. Stringed noise, the sound from the stringed instruments. 9. As all their souls took, such as took all their souls. 10. Oozy, moist. 11. Helmëd, helmeted. 12. Wings displayed, spread out. 13. Unexpressive, not to be described. 14. Arched, vaulted. 15. Shrine, inner place. 16. Delphos (in Phocis, a state in Greece) was the seat of the oracle of Phoebus Apollo, the god of the sun. 17. Resounding, echoing with the thunder of waves. 18. The genius was the guardian deity of each place, and was called the genius loci.
O MOTHER of a mighty race,
Yet lovely in thy youthful grace!
And taunts of scorn they join thy name.
For on thy cheeks the glow is spread
Thy step-the wild deer's rustling feet
Is bright as thine own sunny sky.
They know not, in their hate and pride,
Spring, like thine oaks, by hill and glen;
And where the ocean border foams.
O fair young mother! on thy brow
Drop strength and riches at thy feet.
Thine eye, with every coming hour,
Upon their lips the taunt shall die.
A WEALTH of gifts God grants the race of man,
O weak, who stand in fancied strength alone!
Strong but when brothers' hands are held in brothers'!
Not for himself was his first thought, but others?
THE KING, THE ANGEL, AND THE JESTER.
THE KING, THE ANGEL, AND THE JESTER.
King Robert of Sicily was one day sitting in the cathedral of Palermo at service. The chant for the day was from the first chapter of St. Luke, ver. 52: "He hath put down the mighty from their seats, and exalted them of low degree." But the monks sang it in Latin; and King Robert asked a priest who sat near him what that Latin which they were repeating so often meant. The priest told him, and the king, with bitter contempt and disdain, replied, "It is well these monkish fellows should say what they are saying in Latin; I should like to see the power who could push me from my seat." And, soon after, the heat of the day made him fall asleep. When he awoke, it was dark, and he was alone. As soon as he crept out of the church, he rushed to the banqueting-hall of his palace, and, in his own robes, on his own throne, he saw a king who looked the exact image of himself. It was an angel. King Robert denounced him as an impostor; but the only reply was to put him in a dungeon, along with an ape, and to make him the king's jester. Other events followed, all of which went to soften the proud heart of the king,-and among others, a visit to Rome, where he was disowned by one of his brothers, and laughed at by another. All this while his throne is occupied by the angel, under whose kindly and intelligent reign the whole island prospers. At last, one day, in church, the angel asks King Robert, "Art thou the king?" to which he humbly replies, "Thou only knowest." that moment there sounded from a neighbouring chapel the chant, "He hath put down the mighty from their seats"; the angel vanished, and Robert was restored to his throne-an wand better man.
brother of Pope Urbane emperor of Allëmaine,1 magnificent attire,
With retinue of many a knight and squire,
He caught the words, "Deposuit potentes
made answer meet,
When he awoke it was already night;
He started from his seat and gazed around,
Robert of Sicily, brother of Pope Urbane
There on the daïs 15 sat another king,