United States or Guyana ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
He intended to end that. He had meant every word of what he had sworn to Sidney. He was genuinely in love, even unselfishly as far as he could be unselfish. The secret was to be carefully kept also for Sidney's sake. The hospital did not approve of engagements between nurses and the staff. It was disorganizing, bad for discipline. Sidney was very happy all that summer.
She knew very well what the issue would be. Sidney would drive with him, and he would tell her how lovely she looked with the air on her face and the snow about her. The jerky motion of the little sleigh would throw them close together. How well she knew it all! He would touch Sidney's hand daringly and smile in her eyes.
But not only is Philip Sidney's story the poem of a gentleman, it is that of a young man. It was the age of young men. No man was thought flippant, whatever his years, who could say a good thing well, or do a brave thing successfully, or give the right advice at the right moment. The great men of the day were all young. At sixteen Bacon had already sketched his Philosophy.
At seventeen Walter Raleigh had gone to find some good wars. At seventeen Edmund Spenser had first published. Before he was twenty, Alexander Farnese, Prince of Parma, and the greatest general of Sidney's time, had revealed his masterly genius. At twenty-one Don John of Austria had been commander-in-chief against the Moors.
Meres' Palladis Tamia, 1598. Campion's Observations in the Arte of English Poesie, 1602. The historical bearing of Sidney's treatise has been too commonly overlooked. It forms, in truth, one move in the long struggle which ended only with the restoration of Charles II.; or, to speak more accurately, which has lasted, in a milder form, to the present day.
Philip had stripped handkerchief, coat, vest, all to shelter Sidney; and he felt a kind of strange pleasure through the dark, even to hear Sidney's voice wail and moan. But that voice grew more languid and faint it ceased Sidney's weight hung heavy heavier on the fostering arm. "For Heaven's sake, speak! speak, Sidney! only one word I will carry you in my arms!"
The regrets of the universities at Sidney's death filled three volumes with academic eulogies.
It was enough that her elder son had of his own accord taken to that form of life in which she in her secret heart would fain have moulded both her children. Bartholomew's Day. At Heidelberg he had stayed two years, winning fresh honor from all who knew him, and resisting all Sidney's entreaties to follow him into Italy.
The practical confirmation of Sidney's warning that he must no longer hope to control Clara like a child stung him too poignantly; he obeyed an unreasoning impulse to recover his authority by force. The girl's look entered his heart like a stab; she had never faced him like this before, saying more plainly than with words that she defied him to control her.
Must we not conclude that the poet, with the rest of us, is speeding around the hippodrome of his own self-centered consciousness? Indeed the poet's circle is likely to appear to us even more viciousthan that of other men. To be sure, we remember Sir Philip Sidney's contention, supported by his anecdote of the loquacious horseman, that men of all callings are equally disposed to vaunt themselves.
Word Of The Day