Their laugh-like, delicate, cresting foam, I said, 'You are mine now, death's or mine; To understand; and I told her all, Saying, 'Take your choice, my heart or the sea. For none will hear. Is it I or the brine, Brevity is the soul of wit ; Why should I make my story long? All you wish if you set me free?' Went from her lips, and then she grew The air was warm, the sky was blue, The shore stretcht out in a headland small, A 'beaked promontory' small, Whereon if I stood, I could see her plain. I climb'd the place: I recall the pain Had I been mad?-The place was o'ergrown I sat me down and lookt. A belt And I saw no green slime now; and bells, And she was there, and her face shone clear And her little snood was loost, and brown What is it someone somewhere saith And heard the waters moan and roar, THE STORY OF ARGALUS AND PARTHENIA. A Transcript from the Countess of Pembroke's Arcadia, Book I. WHEN the good king, Basilius, come to years Arcadia) took Gynecia to his wife, Came with her a young lord nam'd Argalus, Who was her cousin-german; thither led And partly by the humour of youth, which aye And in that lord he won so great increase Of knowledge that, when years were spent, he shew'd Without vain-glory; valiant too-the earth Holds not a man that hath perform'd more acts Heroical than he; for valour of mind And strength of body, none to him preferr'd, If any equall'd; yet so valiant that To none he ever durst do injury. In 'haviour surely sober, ever wise, To musing somewhat giv'n, but ne'er uncourteous ; His word led by his thought and follow'd of In sum, I say, such man was Argalus, The young lord Clitiphon, the king's sister's son, (His mother married with good lord Kalander) Haunted the company of Argalus More than of any other, and between These twain a liking and a friendliness Sprang up and brought forth this that you shall hear. It fell upon a time that Clitiphon His father's sister's house he brought him to— Seeing 'twas but a fair ambassador Of a fair mind exceeding, full of wit Which better lov'd to judge itself than shew, Her speech being rare as precious, and her silence No sullenness, her modesty sincere, And her shamefastness without ignorance. |