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COMBINATIONS OF VERSES. 87 |
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O happy love ! where love like this is found ! O heart-felt raptures ! bliss beyond compare I I've paced much this weary, mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare— If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair In other's arms breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
Burns.
Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean—roll I Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin—his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed ; nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown.
Byron.
Specimens of other nine-line stanzas, not Spenserian, follow.
If thou beest born to strange sight9,
Things invisible to see, Ride ten thousand days and nights
Till age snow white hairs on thee; Then, when thou return'st wilt tell me All strange wonders that befell thee, And swear, Nowhere, Lives a woman true and fair.
Donne. ••Fair and Falsa." |
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