So the Queen Boadicéa, standing loftily charioted, Brandishing in her hand a dart and rolling glances lioness-like, Yell'd and shriek'd between her daughters in her fierce volubility. So the silent colony hearing her tumultuous adversaries Clash the darts and on the buckler beat with rapid unanimous hand, Till she felt the heart within her fall and flutter tremulously, Ran the land with Roman slaughter, multitudinous agonies. IN QUANTITY. ON TRANSLATIONS OF HOMER. Hexameters and Pentameters. THESE lame hexameters the strong-wing'd music of Homer ! When was a harsher sound ever heard, ye Muses, in England? MILTON. Alcaics. O MIGHTY-MOUTH'D inventor of har monies, O skill'd to sing of Time or Eternity, ages; Whose Titan angels, Gabriel, Abdiel, onset Me rather all that bowery loneliness, Whisper in odorous heights of even. Hendecasyllabics. O YOU chorus of indolent reviewers, Lest I fall unawares before the people, All that chorus of indolent reviewers. believe me Too presumptuous, indolent reviewers. O blatant Magazines, regard me rather FOUR years ago Mr. Sullivan requested me to write a little song-cycle, German fashion, for him to exercise his art upon. He had been very successful in setting such old songs as 'Orpheus with his lute,' and I drest up for him, partly in the old style, a puppet, whose almost only merit is, perhaps, that it can dance to Mr. Sullivan's instrument. I am sorry that my four-year-old puppet should have to dance at all in the dark shadow of these days; but the music is now completed, and I am bound by my promise. December, 1870. A. TENNYSON. |