In what distant deeps or skies And what shoulder and what art What the hammer! what the chain! When the stars threw down their spheres, |
In the dramatic poem of King Edward the Third there are many nervous lines, and even whole passages of high merit. The structure of the verse is often defective, and the arrangement inharmonious; but before the ear is thoroughly offended, it is soothed by some touch of deep melody and poetic thought. The princes and earls of England are conferring together on the eve of the battle of Cressy—the Black Prince takes Chandos aside, and says—
'Now we're alone, John Chandos, I'll unburthen |