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78 ORTHOMETRY. |
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But you may stay yet here awhile To blush and gently smile, And go at last.
Herrick. " To Blossoms."
Is there a man whose judgment clear Can others teach the course to steer, Yet runs himself life's mad career
Wild as the wave ? Here pause, and through the starting tear Survey this grave.
Bums. "A Bard's Epitaph."
I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou
Should'st lead me on ; I loved to choose and see my path—but now
Lead Thou me on. I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, Pride ruled my will : remember not past years.
Newman.
I love snow, and all the forms
Of the radiant frost; I love waves, and winds, and storms,
Everything almost Which is Nature's, and may be Untainted by man's misery.
Shelley. " Invocation.'1
(f). Stanzas op Seven Verses.
Seven heroics, the first five rhyming at intervals, the last two in succession, form what is known as Rhyme Royal. This stanza was much used by early writers, Chaucer, Spenser, &c, but has found few imitations in modern poets, e.g.: |
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