Part 8 (1/2)
[62] _Jude_ 13
[63] _Kings_ xxiii, 18, and _Hosea_ x, 7
[64] _Iliad_, 3 243 In the MS Ruskin notes, ”The insurpassably tender irony in the epithet--'life-giving earth'--of the grave”; and then adds another illustration:--”Compare the hammer-stroke at the close of the [32d] chapter of _Vanity Fair_--'The darkness ca for George, as lying on his face, dead, with a bullet through his heart A great deal ht have been said about it The writer is very sorry for Amelia, neither does he want faith in prayer He knows as well as any of us that prayer must be answered in some sort; but those are the facts The man and woman sixteen miles apart---one on her knees on the floor, the other on his face in the clay So much love in her heart, so much lead in his Make what you can of it” [Cook and Wedderburn]
[65] The poem may be crudely paraphrased as follows:--
”Quick, Anna, quick! to the mirror! It is late, And I' to the ball
”They're faded, see, These ribbons--they belong to yesterday
Heavens, how all things pass! Now gracefully hang The blue tassels froher!--no, lower!--you get nothing right!
Now let this sapphire sparkle on ! That's good!
I love you, Anna dear How fair I am
”I hope he'll be there, too--the one I've tried To forget! no use! (Anna, irl! olden beads the Holy Father blessed?)
”He'll be there--Heavens! suppose he takesof it!
And I confess to Father Anselmo To-lance at the mirror
O, I'ht”
Before the fire she stands adown
Fire, fire!--O run!--Lost thus when mad with hope?
What, die? and she so fair? The hideous flareedily about her arher, S up all her beauty, pitiless-- Her eighteen years, alas! and her sweet dream
Adieu to ball, to pleasure, and to love!
”Poor Constance!” said the dancers at the ball, ”Poor Constance!”--and they danced till break of day
[66] _Isaiah_ xiv, 8
[67] _Isaiah_ lv, 12
[68] _Night Thoughts_, 2 345
[69] Pastorals: _Summer, or Alexis_, 73 ff, with the omission of two couplets after the first
[70] Fro _'T is said that some have died for love_, Ruskin evidently quoted froe quoted
[71] Stanza 16, of Shenstone's twenty-sixth Elegy
[72] _The Excursion_, 6 869 ff
[73] I cannot quit this subject without giving two more instances, both exquisite, of the pathetic fallacy, which I have just coreat speculation had fail'd; And ever he mutter'd and madden'd, and ever wann'd with despair; And out he walk'd, when the wind like a broken worldling wail'd, And the _flying gold of the ruin'd woodlands drove thro' the air_