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Sleep and rest, sleep and rest,
Father will come to thee soon;
Father will come to thee soon;
Under the silver moon:
2. – ULYSSES.
[Ulysses was one of the principal Greek heroes of the Trojan war, and his exploits are celebrated by Homer in the Odyssey. In these noble lines, our poet represents Ulysses as the type of all aspiring souls.]
It little profits, that, an idle king,
1 these barren crags. Meaning the Grecian island of Ithaca, of which Ulysses was king.
2 an aged wife, Penelope.
3 drink ... lees. Explain.
4 Hyades, a cluster of five stars in the constellation Taurus.
5 vexed. What is the figure?
And manners, climates, councils, governments
This is my son, mine own Telemachus,
1 is an arch, etc. Observe this fine metaphor.
2 that eternal silence, death. 8 gray spirit. Explain.
4 by slow prudence, etc., is explanatory of “this labor."
5 centered ... sphere, confined to, devoted to.
In offices of tenderness, and pay
There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail;
me, That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed Free hearts, free foreheads, you and I are old. Old age hath yet his honor and his toil. Death closes all; but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with gods. The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks; The long day wanes; the slow moon climbs; the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and, sitting well in order, smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down; It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Though much is taken, much abides; and though We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are: One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
3. – BREAK, BREAK, BREAK !
BREAK, break, break,
On thy cold gray stones, O sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter
The thoughts that arise in me.
O well for the fisherman's boy,
That he shouts with his sister at play! O well for the sailor lad,
That he sings in his boat on the bay!
And the stately ships go on
To their haven 1 under the hill;
And the sound of a voice that is still !
Break, break, break,
At the foot of thy crags, O sea !
Will never come back to me.
4. — THE NEW YEAR.
[From In Memoriam. See introductory sketch.]
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light;
The year is dying 2 in the night;
Ring out the old, ring in the new;
Ring, happy bells, across the snow;
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the grief that saps the mind 2
For those that here we see no more;
Ring out the feud of rich and poor;
Ring out a slowly dying cause,
And ancient forms of party strife;
Ring in the nobler modes of life,
Ring out the want, the care, the sin,
The faithless coldness of the times ;
Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes,
Ring out false pride in place and blood,
The civic slander and the spite;
Ring in the love of truth and right;
Ring out old shapes of foul disease;
Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
Ring out the thousand wars of old;
1 him. Note the personification.
saps the mind. What is the figure?
3 minstrel, bard.
4 thousand years of peace, the millennium.