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FALSE PAST PARTICIPLES
111
V, 94, Firm and fast where all is cloud that changes,
Cloud-cloggcd sunlight, cloud by sunlight thinned.
VI, 14, ... a fruit rain-rotted to the core . . .
95, ... built of clay-compacted sods.
Sometimes the effect of sounds that is aimed at is a
specially delicate one, as in the following instances:
II, 120, a song] Sweet-smelling of pine-leaves and grasses
And blown as a tree through and through
With the wind of the keen mountain-passes,
And tender as sun-smitten dew . . .
IV, 362, ... A God, a great God, strange of name,
With horse-yoke fleeter-hoofed than flame
To the mountain-bed of a maiden came,
Oreithyia, the bride niismated,
Wofully wed in a snow-strewn bed . . .
II, 162, The sick time’s blood-embittered cup . . .
III, 180, To shipwreck and the corpse-encumbered sea . . .
IV, S, And shining like a sunbeam-smitten tear.
The first two instances present a fine analogy of
sounds all through, as in the last line of II, 120, where
s-sounds. and -^/-combinations prevail. The other
instances all show alliteration of a rather unusual kind.
The remaining cases give no special grounds of
classification and I therefore give the bulk of them here, while
some doubtful or otherwise remarkable instances will
follow later.
II, 56, The sweet-souled saviour of a man-tormented earth ...
77, On the world’s mountain-ranges
And stream-riven heights . . .
84, O labour-wounded feet and hands . . .
135, . . . faith’s wind-struck lyre . . .
15S, The thunder-darkened highlands . . .
236, To see beneath the clear low sky
The green foam-whitened wave wax red . . .
261, From Naples and the siren-foted strand . . .
III, 33, You, crouched at long length on hot sand
With some sleek sun-discoloured lover . . .
302, . . . April that had borne his birth
From sunward on her sunniest shower-struck wing . . .
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