5.

The sunrise broken into scarlet shafts
Among the palms and ferns and precipices;
The blaze upon the waters to the east;
The blaze upon his island overhead;
The blaze upon the waters to the west;

Then the great stars that globed themselves in heaven,
The hollower-bellowing ocean, and again
The scarlet shafts of sunrise-but no sail.

-Tennyson-Enoch Arden.

With weary steps I loiter on,
Though always under altered skies
The purple from the distance dies,
My prospect and horizon gone.

No joy the blowing season gives,
The herald melodies of spring,
But in the songs I love to sing
A doubtful gleam of solace lives.

If any care for what is here

Survive in spirits rendered free,
Then are these songs I sing of thee
Not all ungrateful to thine ear.

6.

-Id.-In Memoriam.

Sunset and evening star,

And one clear call for me!

And may there be no moaning of the bar,

When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as, moving, seems asleep,

Too full for sound and foam,

When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,

And after that the dark!

And may there be no sadness of farewell,

When I embark;

7.

8.

9.

For though from out our bourn of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,

I hope to see my Pilot face to face,

When I have crost the bar.

-Id.-Crossing the Bar.

The Angel with great joy received his guests,
And gave them presents of embroidered vests,
And velvet mantles with rich ermine lined,
And rings and jewels of the rarest kind.
Then he departed with them o'er the sea,
Into the lovely land of Italy,

Whose loveliness was more resplendent made

By the mere passing of that cavalcade,

With plumes, and cloaks, and housings, and the stir

Of jeweled bridle and of golden spur.

-Longfellow-King Robert of Sicily.

The choir is singing the matin song,
The doors of the church are opened wide,
The people crowd, and press, and throng,
To see the bridegroom and the bride.
They enter, and pass along the nave;
They stand upon the father's grave;
The bells are ringing soft and slow;
The living above and the dead below
Give their blessing on one and twain;

The warm wind blows from the hills of Spain,

The birds are building, the leaves are green,
And Baron Castine of St. Castine

Hath come at last to his own again.

Id. The Baron of St. Castine.

He who rises early, is met by the domestic animals with peculiar pleasure; one winds and purrs about him, another frisks and capers, and does everything but speak. The stern mastiff, the plodding ox, the noble horse, the harmless sheep, the prating poultry, each in its own way, expresses joy when he first appears. Then, how incomparably fine is the dawning of the day, when the soft light comes stealing on, at first glimmers with the stars, but gradually outshines them all!

How beautiful are the folding and parting of the gray clouds, drawn back like a curtain, to give us a sight of that most magnificent of all appearances, the rising of the sun! How rich is the dew, decking every spire of grass with colored spangles, of endless variety and of inexpressible beauty! Larks mount, and fill the air with a flood of perfect music; and every tree, every steeple, and every hovel, emits a cooing or a twittering, a warbling or a chirping,-a hailing of the returning day.

10.

11.

-Robinson-Early Rising.

O sailor boy! sailor boy! never again

Shall home, love, or kindred thy wishes repay;
Unblessed and unhonored, down deep in the main
Full many a score fathom, thy frame shall decay.

No tomb shall e'er plead to Remembrance for thee,
Or redeem form or fame from the merciless surge;
But the white foam of waves shall thy winding-sheet be,
And winds, in the midnight of winter, thy dirge.

Days, months, years, and ages, shall circle away,
And still the vast waters above thee shall roll:
Earth loses thy pattern for ever and aye;
O sailor boy! sailor boy! peace to thy soul!

-Dimond-The Sailor Boy's Dream.

Yet, ah! that spring should vanish with the rose!
That youth's sweet-scented manuscript should close!
The nightingale that in the branches sang,
Ah, whence, and whither flown again, who knows?

Would but the desert of the fountain yield
One glimpse-if dimly, yet indeed revealed-
Toward which the fainting traveler might spring,
As springs the trampled herbage of the field!

-Fitzgerald-Omar Khayyám.

17

SUBDUED SMOOTH FORCE.

Subdued Smooth Force indicates that the mind's energy is dominated by feelings of awe, respect, reverence, solemnity, admiration, wonder, tenderness, self-depreciation, or regret. In description, it typifies repose, tranquillity, languor, laziness, and the faint and far-off, the vague and mysterious, in sound and sight. The prevailing syllabic form of the accents is the Effusive Median swell, and the utterance of words and groups is characterized by smooth implication: that is, words and syllables flow into each other, so that a group reaches the ear as an unbroken stream of sound.

1.

2.

EXAMPLES OF SUBDUED SMOOTH FORCE.

Year after year unto her feet,

She lying on her couch alone,

Across the purple coverlet,

The maiden's jet-black hair has grown,

On either side her trancéd form

Forth streaming from a braid of pearl:
The slumbrous light is rich and warm,
And moves not on the rounded curl.

She sleeps: her breathings are not heard.
In palace chambers far apart.
The fragrant roses are not stirred
That lie upon her charméd heart.
She sleeps: on either hand upswells
The gold-fringed pillow lightly pressed:
She sleeps, nor dreams, but ever dwells
A perfect form in perfect rest.

-Tennyson-The Sleeping Beauty.

For, waked at dead of night, I heard a sound
As of a silver horn from o'er the hills
Blown, and I thought, 'It is not Arthur's use
To hunt by moonlight'; and the slender sound.

As from a distance beyond distance grew
Coming upon me-O never harp nor horn,
Nor aught we blow with breath, or touch with hand,
Was like that music as it came; and then

Streamed through my cell a cold and silver beam,

And down the long beam stole the Holy Grail,

Rose-red with beatings in it, as if alive,

Till all the white walls of my cell were dyed

With rosy colors leaping on the wall;

And then the music faded, and the Grail

Passed, and the beam decayed, and from the walls.
The rosy quiverings died into the night.

SUPPRESSED SMOOTH FORCE.

-Id.-The Holy Grail.

Suppressed Smooth Force is employed when the energy that would otherwise manifest itself in Subdued, Moderate, or Loud Smooth Force, is held in check by awe or the desire of secrecy; or when one calls attention to a faint or distant sight or sound.

1.

EXAMPLES OF SUPPRESSED SMOOTH FORCE.

The red rose cries, 'She is near, she is near;'
And the white rose weeps, 'She is late;'

The larkspur listens, 'I hear, I hear;'
And the lily whispers, 'I wait.'

2.

-Id.-Maud.

O hark! O hear! how thin and clear,
And thinner, clearer, farther going!

O sweet and far from cliff and scar
The horns of Elfland faintly blowing!
Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying:

Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.

-Id.-The Princess.