In the strength of thy valor and manhood arise, 15 "Too late!" through God's infinite world, From his throne to life's nethermost fires, "Too late!" is a phantom that flies at the dawn Of the soul that repents and aspires. If pure thou hast made thy desires, There's no height the strong wings of immortals may gain Then, up to the contest with fate, Unbound by the past, which is dead! What though the heart's roses are ashes and dust? Still shine the fair heavens o'erhead; And sublime as the seraph who rules in the sun HELPS FOR STUDY What is a lyric? Why do you think the poet called this a "Lyric of Action"? What do you think would make the "heart's roses ashes and dust," and cause its music to flee? ""fetters of Explain "desolate waste," "jealous and craven despair,' fear," "strength of thy valor," "faith that illumes," "will that defies." Explain "nethermost fires," ". "immortals." What promise is given those who make pure their desires? Explain "contest with fate," "unbound by the past." By what other poet and in what poem is the "dead past" referred to? Explain "sublime as the seraph who rules in the sun." ADDITIONAL SELECTIONS Great Poets and Small Poets My Study Aethra To Henry W. Longfellow The Mocking-bird Amid Yellow 10 SELECTION FROM THE LADY OF THE LAKE SIR WALTER SCOTT Sir Walter Scott was born in Edinburgh, Scotland, August 15, 1771. As a child he was delicate, having been left lame by an illness. In the hope that the country air might do him good, he was taken to his grandfather's home. There he became interested in old stories, legends and romances, and learned to love the old Scotch ballads and traditions. Many of these he afterwards wove into his novels and poems. When he was eight years old he was sent to the Edinburgh High School, and two years later entered the University of Edinburgh. He is equally celebrated as poet and novelist. His novels are known as the Waverley novels, from the title of the first one of the series. He died at Abbotsford, Scotland, September 21, 1832. Just as the minstrel sounds were staid, 'Tis Snowdoun's Knight, 't is James Fitz-James. Ellen beheld as in a dream, Then, starting, scarce suppress'd a scream: "O stranger! in such hour of fear, What evil hap has brought thee here?” "An evil hap how can it be, That bids me look again on thee? By promise bound, my former guide 15 And marshalled, over bank and bourne, "The happy path!—what! said he nought Of war, of battle to be fought, Of guarded pass?" -"No, by my faith! "Sweet Ellen, dear my life must be, When love or honor's weighed with death. I'll guard thee like a tender flower" - Too much, before, my selfish ear Was idly soothed my praise to hear. Yes! struggling bosom, forth it shall! Still wouldst thou speak?- then hear the truth! If yet he is!-exposed for me And mine to dread extremity Thou hast the secret of my heart; Fitz-James knew every wily train But here he knew and felt them vain. Though mantled in her cheek the blood, As death had sealed her Malcolm's doom, Hope vanish'd from Fitz-James's eye, O haste thee, and from Allan learn, A parting step or two he made; Then, as some thought had crossed his brain, "Hear, lady, yet, a parting word!— But one who lives by lance and sword, and then was gone. |