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Almost a smile to steal to cheer her son's,
You shall not be overbold
deal with arctic cold, As late I found
lukewarm blood Chilled wading in the snow-choked wood. 5 How should I fight? my foeman fine
Has million arms to one of mine:
Miles off, three dangerous miles, is home ; 10 Must borrow his winds who there would come.
Up and away for life! be fleet! -
343. The Sphinx in classical mythology was a monster having a human head, a lion's body, and sometimes fabled as winged. It used to propose a question to the Thebans and murder all who could not guess it. The riddle was,
“What goes on four feet, on two feet, and three,
But the more feet it goes on the weaker it be?” Edipus gave the answer that it was man, going on four feet as a child, and when old using a staff which made the third foot. But the Sphinx's riddle in the old poetry and in the serious modern acceptation is nothing .ess than the whole problem of human life.
15 Tugs at the heart-strings, numbs the sense,
And hems in life with narrowing fence.
Embalmed by purifying cold, 20 The winds shall sing their dead-march old,
The snow is no ignoble shroud,
Softly, — but this way fate was pointing, 'T was coming fast to such anointing, 25 When piped a tiny voice hard by,
Gay and polite, a cheerful cry,
As if it said, “ Good day, good sir ! 30 Fine afternoon, old passenger!
Happy to meet you in these places,
This poet, though he live apart,
To do the honors of his court,
Hopped on the bough, then, darting low, 40 Prints his small impress on the snow,
Shows feats of his gymnastic play,
Here was this atom in full breath, Hurling defiance at vast death; 45 This scrap of valor just for play
Fronts the north-wind in waistcoat gray,
As if to shame my weak behavior ;
“ You pet! what dost here? and what for ?
At this pinch, wee San Salvador!
Henceforth I wear no stripe but thine ; 55 Ashes and jet all hues outshine.
Why are not diamonds black and gray,
Exists to draw thy virtue forth. 60 I think no virtue goes with size;
The reason of all cowardice
65 T is good-will makes intelligence,
And I began to catch the sense
“ Live out of doors
I dine in the sun; when he sinks in the sea,
And I like less when Summer beats
With tempest of the blinding flakes.
Can arm impregnably the skin;
Made of the air tha: blows outside." 78. The titmouse's frame made of the outer air to his fancy w light, free, and strong as it is — can well defy polar frost.
With glad remembrance of my debt, 80 I bomeward turn; farewell, my pet!
When here again thy pilgrim comes,
Thou first and foremost shalt be fed; 85 The Providence that is most large
Takes hearts like thine in special charge,
Henceforth I prize thy wiry chant
For men mis-hear thy call in spring,
And, in winter, Chic-a-dee-dee!
In northern Gaul my dauntless bird,
And I will write our annals new, 100 And thank thee for a better clew,
I, who dreamed not when I came here
114 Plutarch in his Life of Julius Cæsar, relates that, after Cæsar's victory over Pharnaces at Zela in Asia Minor, “when he gave a friend of his at Rome an account of this action, to ex press the promptness and rapidity of it, he used three words, came, saw, and conquered, which in Latin having all the same cadence, carry with them a very suitable air of brevity."
THOUSAND minstrels woke within me,
" Our music 's in the hills;”
To twilight parks of beech and pine,
Over the owner's farthest walls !
O'erlooks the surging landscape's swell!
Read the celestial sign'
Bookworm, break this sloth urbane;
10. Any one who has stood upon the summit of Monadnoc, in Cheshire County, southern New Hampshire, would feel the significance not only of the surging landscape's swell, but of the airy citadel, since the crest of the mountain is a pinnacle of stone, built up almost like a fortress.
12. That is, let not the insensate stones be the only recipients of the splendors which the light reveals.
16. The use of urbane is a recall of ‘he first meaning of the word which is more distinct in c:ban. As a city (urbs) gives politeness, urbanity, and the country (rus) gives rusticity, here the sloth urbane is the indolence as regards nature which clings to a person too confined within city limits of interest.