_aspen-malady_,
trembling
like the leaves of the aspen-poplar.
Keats
_ All the magic of the
still night is here.
ll. 76-8. _Save . . . wave._ See how the gust of wind comes and goes in
the rise and fall of these lines, which begin and end on the same sound.
PAGE 150. l. 86. See Introduction, p. 248.
l. 94.
_aspen-malady_,
trembling
like the leaves of the aspen-poplar.
PAGE 151. ll. 98 seq. Cf. _King Lear_. Throughout the figure of
Saturn--the old man robbed of his kingdom--reminds us of Lear, and
sometimes we seem to detect actual reminiscences of Shakespeare's
treatment. Cf. _Hyperion_, i. 98; and _King Lear_, I. iv. 248-52.
