Six Centuries of English Poetry: Tennyson to ChaucerBaldwin, James
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Six Centuries of English Poetry: Tennyson to Chaucer
Baldwin, James
English poetry
2. Explain the figures of rhetoric employed in this line. The meaning of
=blue=; of =wingest=.
3. =sunken sun.= The sun is not yet above the horizon, but the bird has
risen so high that it is visible to him, and he "floats and runs" in its
golden light.
4. What is the meaning of =rains=? of =rain= in the next stanza?
5. =wrought.= Influenced. A.-S. _worhte_, _wyrcan_, to work.
6. =sprite.= Spirit. In the first stanza he calls the lark a spirit and
says it never was a bird; here he calls it "bird or sprite."
7. =Chorus hymeneal.= See note on "Prothalamion," page 241.
8. Compare this thought with the ideas contained in Wordsworth's "Ode on
the Intimations of Immortality."
=pine.= From A.-S. _pinan_, to pain. Our word _pain_ is derived from the
same root.
HYMN OF PAN.
From the forests and highlands
We come, we come;
From the river-girt islands,
Where loud waves are dumb
Listening to my sweet pipings.
The wind in the reeds and the rushes,
The bees on the bells of thyme,
The birds on the myrtle-bushes,
The cicale above in the lime,
And the lizards below in the grass,
Were as silent as ever old Tmolus{1} was,
Listening to my sweet pipings.
Liquid Peneus{2} was flowing,
And all dark Tempe lay
In Pelion's shadow, outgrowing
The light of the dying day,
Speeded by my sweet pipings.
The Sileni{3} and Sylvans and Fauns,
And the Nymphs of the woods and waves,
To the edge of the moist river-lawns,
And the brink of the dewy caves,
And all that did then attend and follow,
Were silent with love,--as you now, Apollo,{4}
With envy of my sweet pipings.
I sang of the dancing stars,
I sang of the dædal{5} earth,
And of heaven, and the Giant wars,{6}
And love, and death, and birth,
And then I changed my pipings,--
Singing how down the vale of Mænalus
I pursued a maiden,{7} and clasped a reed:
Gods and men, we are all deluded thus;
It breaks in our bosom, and then we bleed.
All wept--as I think both ye now would,
If envy or age had not frozen your blood--
At the sorrow of my sweet pipings.
NOTES.
Pan, as described in the Homeric hymns, is "lord of all the hills and
dales": sometimes he ranges along the tops of the mountains; sometimes
pursues the game in the valleys, roams through the woods, or floats
along the streams; or drives his sheep into a cave, and there plays on
his reeds music not to be excelled by that of the sweetest singing
birds; and
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