e Argument of His Book I will get me a garret again, han should live in a garret aloof, 2921 Thomas Bailey Aldrich [1837-1907] THE SOVEREIGNS who create rob death of half its stings; eptre reaches o'er remotest zones; n for ages and reverberate Kings are dust beside forgotten thrones. Lloyd Mifflin [1846 E ARGUMENT OF HIS BOOK of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers, ril, May, of June, and July flowers; of May-poles, hock-carts, wassails, wakes, legrooms, brides, and of their bridal cakes. of Youth, of Love, and have access ese, to sing of cleanly wantonness; of dews, of rains, and, piece by piece, m, of oil, of spice, and ambergris. of times trans-shifting; and I write oses first came red, and lilies white; I write of groves, of twilights, and I sing Robert Herrick [1591-1674] ENVOY Go, little book, and wish to all Flowers in the garden, meat in the hall, A bit of wine, a spice of wit, A house with lawns enclosing it, A living river by the door, A nightingale in the sycamore! Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894) ENVOY Go, songs, for ended is our brief, sweet play; Go forth; and if it be o'er stony way, Old joy can lend what never grief must borrow: And it was sweet, and that was yesterday, And sweet is sweet, though purchased with sorrow. Go, songs, and come not back from your far way: THE SONNET'S VOICE A METRICAL LESSON BY THE SEASHORE YON silvery billows breaking on the beach For on these sonnet-waves my soul would reach The Sonnet own depths, and rest within you, dear, ving waters of the impassioned soul THE SONNET is a moment's monument,from the Soul's eternity ad deathless hour. Look that it be, for lustral rite or dire portent, n arduous fulness reverent: in ivory or in ebony, r Night may rule; and let Time see ring crest impearled and orient. is a coin: its face reveals 2923 -its converse, to what Power 'tis due:→ for tribute to the august appeals or dower in Love's high retinue, or, 'mid the dark wharf's cavernous breath, on's palm it pay the toll to Death. Dante Gabriel Rossetti [1828–1882] THE SONNET sa sonnet? 'Tis the pearly shell urmurs of the far-off murmuring sea; ›us jewel carved most curiously; ttle picture painted well. a sonnet? 'Tis the tear that fell great poet's hidden ecstasy; dged sword, a star, a song,-ah me! nes a heavy-tolling funeral bell. s the flame that shook with Dante's breath, emn organ whereon Milton played, And the clear glass where Shakespeare's shadow falls; A sea this is, beware who ventureth! For like a fiord the narrow floor is laid Mid-ocean deep sheer to the mountain walls. Richard Watson Gilder [1844-1909] THE SONNET I THE Sonnet is a fruit which long hath slept A branch from memory's briar, whereon the fall A star that shoots athwart star-steadfast heaven; II There is no mood, no heart-throb fugitive, Magic to crystal spheres of song confined: If, spurning art's inexorable law, In Ariel's prison-sphere he leave one flaw. Metrical Feet III is a world, where feelings caught phantasy, combine and fuse ed elements 'neath mystic dews he ether round man's dwelling wrought; n everlasting endless gyres 's world hath two fixed hemispheres: 2925 > the moon and the stars, concordant powers, rays, and daylight disappears ›dious music of still hours. John Addington Symonds [1840-1893] THE RONDEAU d me try, Blue Eyes, to write hakes them eight. The port's in sight: just a pair to end in "oo," n maids command, what can't we do! ! The Rondeau, tasteful, light, You bid me try! French of Voiture by Austin Dobson [1840 METRICAL FEET LESSON FOR A BOY TROCHEE trips from long to short; |