XCVIII.-" HE GIVETH HIS BELOVED SLEEP." ELIZABETH B. BROWNING. 1. Of all the thoughts of God that are Along the Psalmist's music deep, 2. What would we give to our beloved? The poet's star-tuned harp, to sweep, 3. What do we give to our beloved? The whole earth blasted for our sake.- 4. Sleep soft, beloved!" we sometimes say, Sad dreams that through the eyelids creep. But never doleful dream again Shall break the happy slumber when 5. O earth, so full of dreary noises ! O delvéd gold, the wailers heap! 6. His dews drop mutely on the hill; Though on its slope men sow and reap. He giveth His belovéd, sleep. 7. Ay, men may wonder while they scan Confirmed in such a rest to keep; 8. For me, my heart that erst did go That sees through tears the mummers leap, Who giveth His beloved, sleep. 9. And, friends, dear friends,-when it shall be Let One, most loving of you all, QUESTIONS.-What kind of poetry is this? Is it joyous, sad, pathetic, plaintive? How much force does it require ? What degree of pitch? of speed? What feelings ought to be expressed in the reading of it? First Stanza. What "thought of God" is mentioned in this stanza? What precedes in thought the word "of" at the beginning of the first line? Convert the stanza into prose so as to show this. What is the meaning of the word "afar," and what does it modify? Meaning of " for " in the fifth line? Second Stanza. What is meant by the "hero's heart"? "the poet's startuned harp"? Why is it called "star-tuned"? What is declared about "the hero's heart, the poet's harp, the patriot's voice, the monarch's crown?" Third Stanza. Explain the second, third, fourth, and fifth lines, and show how they answer the question in the first line. What is the meaning of the word "undisproved"? "overweep"? Fifth Stanza. What part of speech is the word "heap" in the third line? What is the meaning of "delvéd"? Compare the fourth and fifth stanzas, and show the difference which the author points out between us and God. Seventh Stanza. What is the meaning of "scan"? Why "may men wonder," and at what? Eighth Stanza. What is the meaning of the word "mummers"? To whom is it applied in this stanza? XCIX. THE FALL OF WOLSEY. SHAKSPEARE. Wolsey. Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness! This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Enter CROMWELL, and stands amazed. Why, how now, Cromwell? What! amazed Cromwell. I have no power to speak, sir. Cromwell. Wolsey. ? How does your grace Why, well: Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience. The king has cured me, (I humbly thank his grace,) and from these shoulders, These ruin'd pillars, out of pity, taken A load would sink a navy—too much honor! Too heavy for a man that hopes for heaven. Cromwell. I am glad your grace has made that right use of it. Wolsey. I hope I have: I am able now, methinks, (Out of a fortitude of soul I feel,) To endure more miseries, and greater far, Than my weak-hearted enemies dare offer. What news abroad? Cromwell. The heaviest, and the worst, God bless him! Is your displeasure with the king. Wolsey. Cromwell. The next is, that Sir Thomas More is chosen Lord Chancellor in your place. Wolsey. That's somewhat sudden; But he's a learned man. May he continue Long in his highness' favor, and do justice For truth's sake and his conscience; that his bones, When he has run his course and sleeps in blessings, May have a tomb of orphans' tears wept on 'em! What more? Cromwell. That Cranmer is returned with welcome, Installed lord archbishop of Canterbury. Wolsey. That's news indeed! Cromwell. Last, that the lady Anne, Whom the king hath in secrecy long married, Only about her coronation. Wolsey. There was the weight that pulled me down. O Cromwell! The king has gone beyond me all my glories In that one woman I have lost for ever. No sun shall ever usher forth mine honors, Or gild again the noble troops that waited Upon my smiles. Go, get thee from me, Cromwell; To be thy lord and master. Seek the king; (That sun, I pray, may never set!) I have told him What and how true thou art: he will advance thee. Some little memory of me will stir him (I know his noble nature,) not to let Thy hopeful service perish. Good Cromwell, Cromwell. O my lord! |