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And scattered woe where Heaven had planted joy?
Open your lips, ye wonderful and fair ! Speak, speak! the mysteries of those living worlds Unfold ! —No language? Everlasting light, And everlasting silence !-- Yet the eye May read and understand. The hand of God Has written legibly what man may know THE GLORY OF THE MAKER. There it shines, Ineffable, unchangeable; and man, Bound to the surface of this pygmy globe, May know and ask no more. In other days, When death shall give th' encumbered spirit wings, Its range shall be extended; it shall roam, Perchance, amongst those vast, mysterious spheres, Shall pass from orb to orb, and dwell in each, Familiar with its children - learn their laws, And share their state, and study and adore The infinite varieties of bliss And beauty by the hand of Power divine Lavished on all its works. Eternity Shall thus roll on with ever-fresh delight; No pause of pleasure or improvement; world On world still opening to th' instructed mind An unexhausted universe, and time But adding to its glories; while the soul, Advancing ever to the Source of light And all perfection, lives, adores, and reigns, In cloudless knowledge, purity, and bliss.
RULE IV. When two questions are connected by the disjunctive or, the first usually has the rising, and the second the falling inflection.
Did he, say goodness, or wisdom?
calamities, or shall we destroy him?
Prince Arthur -Hubert
(Enter HUBERT and two Attendants.) Hubert. Heat me these irons hot; and look thou stand Within the arras : when I strike my foot Upon the bosom of the ground, rush forth, And bind the boy, which you shall find with me, Fast to the chair. Be heedful : hence, and watch. . First Attendant. I hope your warrant will bear out
the deed. · Hub. Uncleanly scruples ! Fear not you: look to 't. —
(Exeunt Attendants.) Young lad, come forth; I have to say with you.
(Enter Arthur.) Arthur. Good-morrow, Hubert. Hub. Good-morrow, little prince.
Arth. As little prince (having so great a title
Hub. Indeed, I have been merrier.
Only for wantonness. By my christendom,
Hub. If I talk to him, with his innocent prate
Arth. Are you sick, Hubert? You look pale to-day:
Hub. His words do take possession of my bosom. — Read here, young Arthur. (Showing a paper.) How now:
foolish rheum! (Aside.)
Arth. Too fairly, Hubert, for so foul effect:
Hub. Young boy, I must.
Saying, What lack you ? and, Where lies your grief?
Hub. I have sworn to do it;
Arth. Ah, none, but in this iron age would do it:
(Reënter Attendants, with cord, irons, fc.) Do as I bid you.
Arth. O, save me, Hubert, save me! My eyes are out Even with the fierce looks of these bloody men.
Hub. Give me the iron, I say, and bind him here.
Arth. Alas! what need you be so boisterous-rough? I will not struggle, I will stand stone-still. For Heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound ! Nay, hear me, Hubert ! drive these men away, And I will sit as quiet. as a lamb. I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word,
Nor look upon the iron angrily
Hub. Go stand within ; let me alone with him.
Hub. Come, boy, prepare yourself.
Arth. O Heaven ! that there were but a mote in yours,
Hub. Is this your promise? Go to, hold your tongue.
Arth. Hubert, the utterance of a brace of tongues
Hub. I can heat it, boy.
Arth. No, in good sooth: the fire is dead with grief-
Hub. But with my breath I can revive it, boy.