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ASTRAEA: I am. I am the object of the chase. ARDEN: The huntsman draws the wood, then, and not you. ASTRAEA: At any instant I am forced to run, Or turn in my defence: how can I be Other than barbarous? You are the cause. ARDEN: No: heaven that made you beautiful's the cause. ASTRAEA: Say, earth, that gave you instincts. Bring me down To instincts!
Whittier's volume is quite what might have been expected from the greatest of Quaker writers, the worthy compeer of Longfellow, and will give me other extracts to go with "From Massachusetts to Virginia" and "Cassandra Southwick" in my own book, where one of my pleasures will be trying to do justice to American poetry, and Dr. Holmes's fine "Astraea." We have nothing like that nowadays in England.
If the great hierarchs of literature are sometimes stabbed while ministering at the shrine, what can we humble acolytes expect but to be scourged entirely out of the temple? We all get our dues at last; for yonder, among the stars, Astraea laughs at man's valuations, and shakes her infallible balance and re-weighs us."
It is probable that all this will continue to be said in vain. Railways, and mines, and waterworks will have their way, till injury has become destruction. The natural sanctuary of England, the nurse of simple and noble natures, "the last region which Astraea touches with flying feet," will be sacrificed it is scarcely possible to doubt it to the greed of gain.
Subtile beauties puzzle him; the titles of the poems, for instance, giving by delicate allusion the key-note of each, as "Astraea," "Mithridates," "Hamatreya," and "Étienne de la Boéce," seem to him the work of "mere caprice"; he pronounces the poem of "Monadnoc" "poor and weak"; he condemns and satirizes the "Wood-notes," and thinks that a pine-tree which should talk like Mr.
The code of Spanish aristocracy is slight and flexible compared with this rigid precedence. It is Emerson's Astraea. Each registers himself, and there is no appeal. No use to kick and struggle, no use to apologize. Do not say that to-night you are tired, last night you felt ill. These excuses may serve for a day, but no longer.
Sons wished their fathers dead, that they might come to the inheritance; family love lay prostrate. The earth was wet with slaughter, and the gods abandoned it, one by one, till Astraea alone was left, and finally she also took her departure. After leaving earth, she was placed among the stars, where she became the constellation Virgo the Virgin.
ARDEN: Filaments The slenderest ever woven about a brain From the brain's mists, by the little sprite called Fancy. A breath would scatter them; but that one breath Must come of animation. When the heart Is as, a frozen sea the brain spins webs. ASTRAEA: 'Tis very singular! I understand. You translate cleverly. I hear in verse My uncle Homeware's prose. He has these notions.
I am not one in a conspiracy. I scheme no discord with my present life. Who does, I cannot look on as my friend. Not free? You know me little. Were I chained, For liberty I would sell liberty To him who helped me to an hour's release. But having perfect freedom... ARDEN: No. ASTRAEA: Good sir, You check me? ARDEN: Perfect freedom? ASTRAEA: Perfect! ARDEN: No! ASTRAEA: Am I awake? What blinds me?
ARDEN: A banner in the wind! and me you lead, And shall! At least, I follow till I win. ASTRAEA: Forbear, I do beseech you. ARDEN: I have had Your hand in mine. ASTRAEA: Once. ARDEN: Once! Once! 'twas; once, was the heart alive, Leaping to break the ice. Oh! once, was aye That laughed at frosty May like spring's return. Say you are terrorized: you dare not melt.
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