TULIP-TREE TWILIGHT
Guarded within the old red wall's embrace,
Marshalled like soldiers in gay company,
The tulips stand arrayed. . Here infantry-
Wheels out into the sunlight.
Dutch tulips from their beds
Flaunted their stately heads.
Not one of Flora's brilliant race
A form more perfect can display;
Art could not feign more simple grace
Nor Nature take a line away.
The tulip's petals shine in dew,
All beautiful, but none alike. Montgomery—On Planting a Tulip-Root. </poem>
Like tulip-beds of different shape and dyes,
Bending beneath the invisible west-wind's sighs.
Moore:—Lalla Rookh. The Veiled Prophet of
Khorassan.
TULIP-TREE
Ldriodendron Tulipifera
Heed not the night; a summer lodge amid the
wild is mine—
'Tis shadowed by the tulip-tree, 'tis mantled
by the vine.
Bryant—A Strange Lady. St. 6.
The tulip-tree, high up,
Opened, in airs of June, her multitude
Of golden chalices to humming birds
And silken-winged insects of the sky.
Bryant—The Fountain. St. 3.
TURKEY; THE TURKS
The unspeakable Turk should be immediately
struck out of the question, and the country be
left to honest European guidance.
Carlyle—Letter. To a meeting at St. James
Hall, London, 1876. See also his article on
Das Niebelungen Lied in Westminster Review.
. No. 29. Also his Letter to George
Howard, Nov. 24, 1876.
[Turks] one and all, bag and baggage, shall I hope clear out from the province they have desolated and profaned.
The Lofty Gate of the Royal Tent.
Mahomet II. It was translated "La Porte
Sublima" by the Italians. See E. S. Creasy
—History of the Ottoman Turks. P. 96, ed.
1877.
[The Ottoman Empire] whose sick body was
not supported by a mild and regular diet, but
by a powerful treatment, which continually
exhausted it.
Montesquieu—Persian Letters. I. 19.
_ We have on our hands a sick man,—a very
sick man. [The sick man of Europe, the Turk.]
Nicholas I, of Russia. Conversation with
Sir George Hamilton Seymour. (1853)
See Blue Book. (1854)
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old man, who tried to appear healthy, although
his end was near.
Sir Thomas Roe, Ambassador to Constantinople. See Buchanan—Letter. 375.
Your Majesty may think me an impatient
sick man, and that the Turks are even sicker.
Voltaire to Catherine II. In the Rundschau. April, 1878.
TWILIGHT
is The sunbeams dropped
Their gold, and, passing in porch and niche,
Softened to shadows, silvery, pale, and dim,
As if the very Day paused and grew Eve.
Edwin Arnold—Light of Asia. Bk. II. L.
466.
Fair Venus shines
Even in the eye of day; with sweetest beam
Propitious shines, and shakes a trembling flood
Of softened radiance from her dewy locks.
Anna Letitia Barbauld—A Summer Evening's Meditation. L. 10.
The summer day is closed, the sun is set :
Well they have done their office, those bright
hours,
The latest of whose train goes softly out
In the red west.
Bryant—An Evening Reverie.
is i Parting day
Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues
With a new colour as it gasps away,
The last still loveliest, till—'tis gone—and all is
gray.
Byeon—Childe Harold. Canto IV. St. 29.
'Twas twilight, and the sunless day went down
Over the waste of waters; like a veil,
Which, if withdrawn, would but disclose the
frown
Of one whose hate is mask'd but to assail.
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How lovely are the portals of the night,
When stars come out to watch the daylight die.
Thomas Cole—Tunlight. See Louis L.
Noble's Life and Works of Cole. Ch.
XXXV.
21 Beauteous Night lay dead
Under the pall of twilight, and the love-star
sickened and shrank.
George Eliot—Spanish Gypsy. Bk. II.
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of the mountain,— Thee to salute, kindly star, earliest herald of day,— And to await, with impatience, the gaze of the ruler of heaven.—
