It ceased — again she thought to speak,

Then burst her voice in one long shriek,

And to the earth she fell like stone,

Or statue from its base o'erthrown.*

The jealousy of Guinevere is painted as the petulance of a
child, but that of Gulbeyaz as the passion of a sensuous woman :

When he was gone, there was a sudden change :
I know not what might be the lady's thought ;

But o'er her bright brow flash'd a tumult strange,
And into her clear cheek the blood was brought,

Blood-red as sunset summer clouds which range
The verge of heaven ; * * * *

And the deep passions flashing through her form,

Made her a beautiful embodied storm. +

In " Vivien' 7 and "Guinevere '' we have most sustained bursts
of passion, the one in a farewell which may last as long as the
language ; the other along the whole line of passes which take
' place between an old artificer and a wily woman who -tries to
subject him to her power. The meeting of Sir Tristram and
Queen Isolt afforded the poet another outlet for his powers,

* " Parasina," xiv.
+ "Don Juan," Canto v., verses cviii. and cxxxv.
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and in the opening, as well as in some momentary flashes of
passion during the interview, he is partly equal to the oc-
casion : —

Down in a casement sat,
- A low sea-sunset glorying round her hair

And glossy throated grace, Isolt the Queen,
And when she heard the feet of Tristram grind
The spiring-stone that scaled about her tower,
Flush'd, started, met him at the doors, and then
Belted his body with her white embrace.
