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Notes On Literature, Science And Art.
which only a man bred in the fen country could , our great dramatist ' s sentence in Measure for Measure of " Mariana in the moated grange . " " With blackest moss the flower plots Were thickly crusted , one and all : The rusted nails fell from the knots That held the pear to the gable wall . The broken sheds look'd sad aud strange ; Unlifted was the clinking latch ;
Weeded and worn the ancient thatch Upon the lonely moated grange . " And the melancholy refrain , at the conclusion of each stanza , makes it a poem which , like Poe ' s " Raven , " once heard , is remembered for ever . And how striking the loneliness where"All day within the dreamy house
The doors upon their hinges creak'd ; The Hue fly sung in the pane , the mouse Behind the mouldering wainscot shriek'd , Or from the crevice peer'd about . Old faces glimmer'd thro' the doors , Old footsteps trod the upper floors , Old voices call'd her from without .
***** The sparrow's chirrup on the roof , The slow clock ticking , and the sound Which to the wooing wind aloof . The poplar made , did all confound Her sense ; but most she loath'd the hour When the thick-moted sunbeam lay Athwart the chambers , and the day Was sloping toward his western bower . "
I may mention that in quoting this fine poem , the compound word , " flower-plots , " is often printed " ftovrer-pots , " which is anything but an improvement on the author ' s diction . Scarcely less pensive than his " Mariana " is his " Deserted House " : — " Life and Thought have gone away Side by side ,
Leaving door and windows wide ; Careless tenants they ! All within ia dark as night , In the windows is no light ; And no murmur at the door , So frequent on its hinge before . Close the door , the shutters close , Or thro' the windows wo shall see The nakedness and vacancy Of the dark deserted house .
Come away : no more of mirth Is here , or merry-making sound ; The house was builded of the earth , And shall fall again to ground . Come away j for Life and Thought Here no longer dwell ;
But in a city glorious—A great and distant city—have bought A mansion incorruptible . Would they could have stayed with us ! "
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Notes On Literature, Science And Art.
which only a man bred in the fen country could , our great dramatist ' s sentence in Measure for Measure of " Mariana in the moated grange . " " With blackest moss the flower plots Were thickly crusted , one and all : The rusted nails fell from the knots That held the pear to the gable wall . The broken sheds look'd sad aud strange ; Unlifted was the clinking latch ;
Weeded and worn the ancient thatch Upon the lonely moated grange . " And the melancholy refrain , at the conclusion of each stanza , makes it a poem which , like Poe ' s " Raven , " once heard , is remembered for ever . And how striking the loneliness where"All day within the dreamy house
The doors upon their hinges creak'd ; The Hue fly sung in the pane , the mouse Behind the mouldering wainscot shriek'd , Or from the crevice peer'd about . Old faces glimmer'd thro' the doors , Old footsteps trod the upper floors , Old voices call'd her from without .
***** The sparrow's chirrup on the roof , The slow clock ticking , and the sound Which to the wooing wind aloof . The poplar made , did all confound Her sense ; but most she loath'd the hour When the thick-moted sunbeam lay Athwart the chambers , and the day Was sloping toward his western bower . "
I may mention that in quoting this fine poem , the compound word , " flower-plots , " is often printed " ftovrer-pots , " which is anything but an improvement on the author ' s diction . Scarcely less pensive than his " Mariana " is his " Deserted House " : — " Life and Thought have gone away Side by side ,
Leaving door and windows wide ; Careless tenants they ! All within ia dark as night , In the windows is no light ; And no murmur at the door , So frequent on its hinge before . Close the door , the shutters close , Or thro' the windows wo shall see The nakedness and vacancy Of the dark deserted house .
Come away : no more of mirth Is here , or merry-making sound ; The house was builded of the earth , And shall fall again to ground . Come away j for Life and Thought Here no longer dwell ;
But in a city glorious—A great and distant city—have bought A mansion incorruptible . Would they could have stayed with us ! "