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It has been attempted to retain and to dispose the characteristics of the general poetry, whence this is an abstract, according to an order which should allow them the prominency and effect they seem to possess when considered in the larger, not exclusively the lesser works of the poet. A musician might say, such and such chords are repeated, others made subordinate by distribution, so that a single movement may imitate the progress of the whole symphony. But there are various ways of modulating up to and connecting any given harmonies; and it will be neither a surprise nor a pain to find that better could have been done, as to both selection and sequence, than, in the present case, all care and the profoundest veneration were able to do.
LONDON : November, 1865.
HECTOR IN THE GARDEN.
NINE years old! The first of any
Seem the happiest years that come:
No such word ! I thought instead
In besieging Ilium.
Nine green years had scarcely brought me
To my childhood's haunted spring ;
In betwixt the country trees,
Which he teacheth everything.
If the rain fell, there was sorrow,
Little head leant on the pane,
The long trailing drops upon it,
Said for charm against the rain.
Such a charm was right Canidian
Though you meet it with a jeer!
Then the rain hummed dimly off
Was left only to the ear ;
And the sun and I together
Went a-rushing out of doors :
Over hill and dale in view,
In the footsteps of the showers.
Through the grasses wet and fair,
With the laurel on the mound,
A side-shadow of green air.
A huge giant wrought of spade !
In a passive giant strength,
Round them laid and interlaid.
Call him Hector, son of Priam !
Such his title and degree.
Both his cheeks I weeded through,
Scarce can sing his dignity.
Eyes of gentianellas azure,
Staring, winking at the skies,
Scented grasses put for locks,
Set a-waving round his eyes :
With a glitter toward the light ;