ing a spare but lithe figure. Even to his later days he walked with a light, springy, elastic step, and was possessed of unusual bodily vigor. His life had always been abstemious, his diet consisting mainly of vegetables and fruits. He had a grand Homeric head, and a flowing white beard. In his manner he was seemingly cold, as though he were too great a lover of nature to enter much into the feelings of man. But he was a public-spirited citizen, a promoter of arts and culture; and his high personal character secured him the esteem even of political opponents. He was long a prominent figure in the great public gatherings of the metropolis. "Bryant's writings," says Washington Irving, "transport us into the depths of the solemn primeval forest; to the shores of the lonely lake; the banks of the wild, nameless stream; or the brow of the rocky upland, rising like a promontory from amidst a wide ocean of foliage; while they shed around us the glories of a climate fierce in its extremes, but splendid in all its vicissitudes." Bryant was master of a pure, nervous English. So -heartily did he detest neologisms, and the use of foreign terms, that he had hung up in the office of his paper, for the guidance of his corps of writers, a list of tabooed words and phrases. His poetry is imbued with a passionate love of Nature in her simpler aspects of beauty and solitude. Indeed, as a minute observer of nature, he is almost without a rival among poets. To great delicacy of fancy, and elevation of thought, he joined a genial yet solemn philosophy. 1.-TO A WATERFOWL. [To the stanzas To a Waterfowl the author gave the sub-title Inscription for an Entrance to a Wood. It was written during Bryant's early period (his age being then about twenty-five), but is regarded by many critics as one of his most purely chiseled and Greek-like works of art. At the time the poem was written, Wordsworth had begun his efforts to recall poetry from artificiality to nature. Bryant, in his Homes and Hills of Massachusetts, seems to have felt the same inspiration. This poem breathes a Wordsworthian and woodland sentiment.] WHITHER,1 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far through their rosy depths dost thou pursue Thy solitary way?? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, 4 Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast,- Lone wandering, but not lost. 1 whither. Discriminate be- from French enluminer, to illuminate (Latin lumen, light). tween whither and where. 2 Whither... way? What type of sentence, grammatically and rhetorically considered? 3 limned, 4 plashy, watery; from plash, to dabble in water. 5 marge. Of what word is this painted, outlined; a poetic form? All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, And soon that toil shall end: Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, Thou'rt gone; the abyss of heaven He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, 2. THE CROWDED STREET. [In the previous poem we have had a voice from the heart of nature in marked contrast therewith are these lines, in which the poet puts himself in sympathy with the "ever-shifting train" to be met in the crowded street of a great city.] 1 stoop. What is the subject of this verb? 2 abyss. See Webster for the derivation of this word. 8 the abyss swallowed. Express in your own words. 4 on my heart. What is the figure of speech? LET me move slowly through the street, How fast the flitting figures come! The mild, the fierce, the stony face; Some bright with thoughtless smiles, and some They pass to toil, to strife, to rest; To halls in which the feast is spread; And some to happy homes repair, The tenderness they can not speak. And some, who walk in calmness here, Youth with pale cheek and slender frame, Or early in the task to die? 1 steps that beat...rain. Show | (through French caresse); hence, the appositeness of this simile. literally, a mark of endearment. 2 caress: from Latin carus, dear 3 build. What is the figure? Keen son of trade,1 with eager brow! Who of this crowd to-night shall tread Some, famine-struck, shall think how long Each, where his tasks or pleasures call, In His large love and boundless thought. These struggling tides of life, that seem That rolls to its appointed end.5 1 son of trade. Explain. 4 There is... all. Supply the 2 Who... snare? On what is ellipsis. Point out an alliteration. this metaphor founded? 5 struggling tides... end. Point Each. What is the grammati- out the particulars in this fine cal construction of this word? metaphor. |