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<h1>The Cambridge Book<br/> <span>of</span><br/> Poetry for Children</h1>
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<p class="center p180"><strong>The Cambridge Book<br/>
<span class="p80">of</span><br/>
Poetry for Children</strong></p>
<p class="center mt3">Edited by<br/>
<span class="p140">KENNETH GRAHAME</span></p>
<p class="center">Author of <em>The Golden Age</em>, <em>Dream Days</em>, <em>The Wind
in the Willows</em>, <em>etc.</em></p>
<p class="center p120 mt3">PART I</p>
<p class="center p120 mt3">Cambridge:<br/>
at the University Press<br/>
1916</p>
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<h2><SPAN name="NOTE" id="NOTE"></SPAN>NOTE</h2></div>
<p>The Editor is indebted to the following authors and publishers for
leave to reprint copyright poems: Mr W. Graham Robertson and Mr Norman
Gale; Messrs Longmans Green & Co. for a poem by Walter Ramal and for a
poem from Stevenson’s <em>Child’s Garden of Verse</em>, Messrs Chatto & Windus
for an extract from Swinburne’s <em>Songs Before Sunrise</em> and for a poem
from Walter Thornbury’s <em>Ballads and Songs</em>, Messrs G. Routledge & Sons
for a poem by Joaquin Miller, Mr Elliot Stock for an extract from a
play by H. N. Maugham; and Mr John Lane for the Rands, Eugene Field,
and Graham Robertson poems, and for two extracts from John Davidson’s
<em>Fleet Street Eclogues</em>.</p>
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<h2><SPAN name="PREFACE" id="PREFACE"></SPAN>PREFACE</h2></div>
<p class="noi"><span class="dropcap">I</span>N compiling a selection of Poetry for Children, a conscientious Editor
is bound to find himself confronted with limitations so numerous as
to be almost disheartening. For he has to remember that his task is,
not to provide simple examples of the whole range of English poetry,
but to set up a wicket-gate giving attractive admission to that wide
domain, with its woodland glades, its pasture and arable, its walled
and scented gardens here and there, and so to its sunlit, and sometimes
misty, mountain-tops—all to be more fully explored later by those who
are tempted on by the first glimpse. And always he must be proclaiming
to the small tourists that there is joy, light and fresh air in that
delectable country.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_v" id="Page_v">v</SPAN></span>
Briefly, I think that blank verse generally, and the drama as a
whole, may very well be left for readers of a riper age. Indeed, I
believe that those who can ignore the plays of Shakespeare and his
fellow-Elizabethans till they are sixteen will be no losers in the
long run. The bulk, too, of seventeenth and eighteenth century poetry,
bending under its burden of classical form and crowded classical
allusion, requires a completed education and a wide range of reading
for its proper appreciation.</p>
<p>Much else also is barred. There are the questions of subject, of
archaic language and thought, and of occasional expression, which will
occur to everyone. Then there is dialect, and here one has to remember
that these poems are intended for use at the very time that a child
is painfully acquiring a normal—often quite arbitrary—orthography.
Is it fair to that child to hammer into him—perhaps literally—that
porridge is spelt porridge, and next minute to present it to him, in an
official ‘Reader,’ under the guise of parritch? I think not; and I have
accordingly kept as far as possible to the normal, though at some loss
of material.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_vi" id="Page_vi">vi</SPAN></span>
In the output of those writers who have deliberately written for
children, it is surprising how largely the subject of <em>death</em> is found
to bulk. Dead fathers and mothers, dead brothers and sisters, dead
uncles and aunts, dead puppies and kittens, dead birds, dead flowers,
dead dolls—a compiler of Obituary Verse for the delight of children
could make a fine fat volume with little difficulty. I have turned off
this mournful tap of tears as far as possible, preferring that children
should read of the joy of life, rather than revel in sentimental
thrills of imagined bereavement.</p>
<p>There exists, moreover, any quantity of verse for children, which is
merely verse and nothing more. It lacks the vital spark of heavenly
flame, and is useless to a selector of Poetry. And then there is the
whole corpus of verse—most of it of the present day—which is written
<em>about</em> children, and this has even more carefully to be avoided. When
the time comes that we send our parents to school, it will prove very
useful to the compilers of their primers.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_vii" id="Page_vii">vii</SPAN></span>
All these restrictions have necessarily led to two results. First,
that this collection is chiefly lyrical—and that, after all, is no
bad thing. Lyric verse may not be representative of the whole range of
English poetry, but as an introduction to it, as a Wicket-gate, there
is no better portal. The second result is, that it is but a small sheaf
that these gleanings amount to; but for those children who frankly do
not care for poetry it will be more than enough; and for those who
love it and delight in it, no ‘selection’ could ever be sufficiently
satisfying.</p>
<p class="right">KENNETH GRAHAME.</p>
<p><em>October</em> 1915.</p>
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<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_viii" id="Page_viii">viii</SPAN></span></div>
<h2><SPAN name="contents" id="contents"></SPAN>CONTENTS</h2>
<table summary="Contents">
<tr>
<td> </td>
<td> </td>
<td class="tdr"><small>PAGE</small></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl2"><span class="smcap">Preface</span></td>
<td> </td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#PREFACE">v</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td><p class="division"><em>For the Very Smallest Ones</em></p>
</td>
<td> </td>
<td> </td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdc pt1" colspan="3">RHYMES AND JINGLES</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Merry are the Bells</td>
<td> </td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Merry_are_the_Bells">1</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Safe in Bed</td>
<td> </td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Safe_in_Bed">2</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Jenny Wren</td>
<td> </td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Jenny_Wren">2</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Curly Locks</td>
<td> </td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Curly_Locks">3</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">
Pussy-Cat Mew</td>
<td> </td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Pussy-Cat_Mew">3</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Draw a Pail of Water</td>
<td> </td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Draw_a_Pail_of_Water">4</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">I Saw a Ship a-sailing</td>
<td> </td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#I_Saw_a_Ship_a-sailing">4</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">The Nut-Tree</td>
<td> </td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#The_Nut-Tree">5</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">My Maid Mary</td>
<td> </td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#My_Maid_Mary">5</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">The Wind and the Fisherman</td>
<td> </td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#The_Wind_and_the_Fisherman">6</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Blow, Wind, Blow</td>
<td> </td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Blow_Wind_Blow">6</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">All Busy</td>
<td> </td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#All_Busy">6</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Winter has Come</td>
<td> </td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Winter_has_Come">7</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Poor Robin</td>
<td> </td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Poor_Robin">7</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">I have a Little Sister</td>
<td> </td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#I_have_a_Little_Sister">7</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">In Marble Walls</td>
<td> </td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#In_Marble_Walls">8</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdc pt1" colspan="3">FAMILIAR OBJECTS</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">The Moon</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>Eliza Lee Follen</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#The_Moon">8</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">The Star</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>A. & J. Taylor</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#The_Star">9</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Kitty</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>Mrs E. Prentiss</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Kitty">10</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl"><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_ix" id="Page_ix">ix</SPAN></span>
Kitty: How to Treat Her</td>
<td> </td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Kitty_How_to_Treat_Her">11</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Kitty: what She thinks of Herself</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>W. B. Rands</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Kitty_what_She_thinks_of_Herself">12</SPAN></td>
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<td class="tdl">The Sea Shell</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>Amy Lowell</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#The_Sea_Shell">12</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdc pt1" colspan="3">COUNTRY BOYS’ SONGS</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">The Cuckoo</td>
<td> </td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#The_Cuckoo">13</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">The Bird-Scarer’s Song</td>
<td> </td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#The_Bird-Scarers_Song">13</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Cradle Song</td>
<td> </td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Cradle_Song">13</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl3 pt1">Good Night!</td>
<td class="tdl pt1"><em>A. & J. Taylor</em></td>
<td class="tdr pt1"><SPAN href="#GOOD_NIGHT">14</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td><p class="division"><em>For Those a Little Older</em></p>
</td>
<td> </td>
<td> </td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdc pt1" colspan="3">A BUNCH OF LENT LILIES</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Daffodils</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>W. Shakespeare</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Daffodils">15</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">To Daffodils</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>R. Herrick</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#To_Daffodils">15</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Daffodils</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>W. Wordsworth</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Daffodils2">16</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdc pt1" colspan="3">SEASONS AND WEATHER</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">The Months</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>Sara Coleridge</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#The_Months">17</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">The Wind in a Frolic</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>William Howitt</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#The_Wind_in_a_Frolic">19</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">The Four Sweet Months</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>R. Herrick</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#The_Four_Sweet_Months">22</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Glad Day</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>W. G. Robertson</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Glad_Day">22</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Buttercups and Daisies</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>Mary Howitt</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Buttercups_and_Daisies">24</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">The Merry Month of March</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>W. Wordsworth</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#The_Merry_Month_of_March">24</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">What the Birds Say</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>S. T. Coleridge</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#What_the_Birds_Say">25</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Spring’s Procession</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>Sydney Dobell</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Springs_Procession">26</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">The Call of the Woods</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>W. Shakespeare</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#The_Call_of_the_Woods">28</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">A Prescription for a Spring Morning</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>John Davidson</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#A_Prescription_for_a_Spring_Morning">28</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl"><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_x" id="Page_x">x</SPAN></span>
The Country Faith</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>Norman Gale</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#The_Country_Faith">29</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">The Butterfly’s Ball</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>W. Roscoe</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#The_Butterflys_Ball">30</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdc pt1" colspan="3">TASTES AND PREFERENCES</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">A Wish</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>Samuel Rogers</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#A_Wish">33</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Wishing</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>W. Allingham</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Wishing">34</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Bunches of Grapes</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>Walter Ramal</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Bunches_of_Grapes">35</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Contentment</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>Eugene Field</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Contentment">36</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdc pt1" colspan="3">TOYS AND PLAY, IN-DOORS AND OUT</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">The Land of Story-Books</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>R. L. Stevenson</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#The_Land_of_Story-Books">38</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Sand Castles</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>W. G. Robertson</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Sand_Castles">39</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Ring o’ Roses</td>
<td class="tdc2">”</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Ring_o_Roses">41</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdc pt1" colspan="3">DREAM-LAND</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Wynken, Blynken, and Nod</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>Eugene Field</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Wynken_Blynken_and_Nod">42</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">The Drummer-Boy and the Shepherdess</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>W. B. Rands</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#The_Drummer-Boy_and_the_Sheperdess">44</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">The Land of Dreams</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>William Blake</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#The_Land_of_Dreams">45</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Sweet and Low</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>Lord Tennyson</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Sweet_and_Low">45</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Cradle Song</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>Sir Walter Scott</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Cradle_Song2">46</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Mother and I</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>Eugene Field</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Mother_and_I">47</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdc pt1" colspan="3">FAIRY-LAND</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">The Fairies</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>W. Allingham</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#The_Fairies">48</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Shakespeare’s Fairies</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>W. Shakespeare</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Shakespeares_Fairies">51</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">The Lavender Beds</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>W. B. Rands</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#The_Lavender_Beds">54</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Farewell to the Fairies</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>Richard Corbet</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Farewell_to_the_Fairies">55</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Death of Oberon</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>G. W. Thornbury</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Dirge_on_the_Death_of_Oberon_the_Fairy_King">57</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Kilmeny</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>James Hogg</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Kilmeny">58</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdc pt1" colspan="3"><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_xi" id="Page_xi">xi</SPAN></span>
TWO SONGS</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">A Boy’s Song</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>James Hogg</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#A_Boys_Song">62</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">A Girl’s Song</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>Thomas Moore</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#A_Girls_Song">63</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdc pt1" colspan="3">FUR AND FEATHER</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Three Things to Remember</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>William Blake</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Three_Things_to_Remember">65</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">The Knight of Bethlehem</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>H. N. Maugham</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#The_Knight_of_Bethlehem">65</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">The Lamb</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>William Blake</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#The_Lamb">65</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">The Tiger</td>
<td class="tdc2">”</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#The_Tiger">66</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">I had a Dove</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>J. Keats</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#I_had_a_Dove">67</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Robin Redbreast</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>W. Allingham</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Robin_Redbreast">68</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Black Bunny</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>W. B. Rands</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Black_Bunny">69</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">The Cow</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>A. & J. Taylor</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#The_Cow">71</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">The Skylark</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>James Hogg</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#The_Skylark">72</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdc pt1" colspan="3">CHRISTMAS POEMS</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Christmas Eve</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>John Davidson</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Christmas_Eve">73</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">A Christmas Carol</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>R. Herrick</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#A_Christmas_Carol">75</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">A Child’s Present</td>
<td class="tdc2">”</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#A_Childs_Present_to_His_Child-Saviour">76</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">The Peace-Giver</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>A. C. Swinburne</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#The_Peace-Giver">77</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdc pt1" colspan="3">VARIOUS</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">To a Singer</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>P. B. Shelley</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#To_a_Singer"> 78</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">The Happy Piper</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>William Blake</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#The_Happy_Piper">80</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">The Destruction of Sennacherib</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>Lord Byron</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#The_Destruction_of_Sennacherib">81</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Sheridan’s Ride</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>T. Buchanan Read</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Sheridans_Ride">83</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Columbus</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>Joaquin Miller</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Columbus">86</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Horatius</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>Lord Macaulay</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Horatius">88</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl pt1"><span class="smcap">Index of Authors</span></td>
<td> </td>
<td class="tdr pt1"><SPAN href="#INDEX_OF_AUTHORS">113</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl pt1"><span class="smcap">Index of First Lines</span></td>
<td> </td>
<td class="tdr pt1"><SPAN href="#INDEX_OF_FIRST_LINES">115</SPAN></td>
</tr>
</table>
<hr class="divider" />
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_1" id="Page_1">1</SPAN></span></div>
<p class="division"><SPAN name="For_the_Very_Smallest_Ones" id="For_the_Very_Smallest_Ones"></SPAN><em>For the Very Smallest Ones</em></p>
<h2><SPAN name="RHYMES_AND_JINGLES" id="RHYMES_AND_JINGLES"></SPAN>RHYMES AND JINGLES</h2>
<p><em>We begin with some jingles and old rhymes; for rhymes and jingles must
not be despised. They have rhyme, rhythm, melody, and joy; and it is
well for beginners to know that these are all elements of poetry, so
that they will turn to it with pleasant expectation.</em></p>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="Merry_are_the_Bells" id="Merry_are_the_Bells"></SPAN><span class="smcap">Merry are the Bells</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Merry are the bells, and merry would they ring,</div>
<div class="line">Merry was myself, and merry could I sing;</div>
<div class="line">With a merry ding-dong, happy, gay, and free,</div>
<div class="line">And a merry sing-song, happy let us be!</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Waddle goes your gait, and hollow are your hose;</div>
<div class="line">Noddle goes your pate, and purple is your nose;</div>
<div class="line">Merry is your sing-song, happy, gay, and free;</div>
<div class="line">With a merry ding-dong, happy let us be!</div>
</div>
<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_2" id="Page_2">2</SPAN></span>
<div class="line">Merry have we met, and merry have we been;</div>
<div class="line">Merry let us part, and merry meet again;</div>
<div class="line">With our merry sing-song, happy, gay, and free,</div>
<div class="line">With a merry ding-dong, happy let us be!</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="Safe_in_Bed" id="Safe_in_Bed"></SPAN><span class="smcap">Safe in Bed</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Matthew, Mark, Luke and John,</div>
<div class="line">Bless the bed that I lie on!</div>
<div class="line">Four corners to my bed,</div>
<div class="line">Five angels there lie spread;</div>
<div class="line indent2">Two at my head,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Two at my feet,</div>
<div class="line">One at my heart, my soul to keep.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="Jenny_Wren" id="Jenny_Wren"></SPAN><span class="smcap">Jenny Wren</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Jenny Wren fell sick;</div>
<div class="line indent2">Upon a merry time,</div>
<div class="line">In came Robin Redbreast,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And brought her sops of wine.</div>
</div><div class="verse">
<div class="line">Eat well of the sop, Jenny,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Drink well of the wine;</div>
<div class="line">Thank you Robin kindly,</div>
<div class="line indent2">You shall be mine.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_3" id="Page_3">3</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Jenny she got well,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And stood upon her feet,</div>
<div class="line">And told Robin plainly</div>
<div class="line indent2">She loved him not a bit.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Robin, being angry,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Hopp’d on a twig,</div>
<div class="line">Saying, Out upon you,</div>
<div class="line indent6">Fye upon you,</div>
<div class="line indent12">Bold-faced jig!</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="Curly_Locks" id="Curly_Locks"></SPAN><span class="smcap">Curly Locks</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Curly locks! Curly locks!</div>
<div class="line indent2">Wilt thou be mine?</div>
<div class="line">Thou shalt not wash dishes</div>
<div class="line indent2">Nor yet feed the swine.</div>
<div class="line">But sit on a cushion</div>
<div class="line indent2">And sew a fine seam,</div>
<div class="line">And feed upon strawberries</div>
<div class="line indent2">Sugar and cream.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="Pussy-Cat_Mew" id="Pussy-Cat_Mew"></SPAN><span class="smcap">Pussy-Cat Mew</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Pussy-cat Mew jumped over a coal,</div>
<div class="line">And in her best petticoat burnt a great hole.</div>
<div class="line">Pussy-cat Mew shall have no more milk</div>
<div class="line">Till she has mended her gown of silk.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<hr class="divider" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_4" id="Page_4">4</SPAN></span></p>
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="Draw_a_Pail_of_Water" id="Draw_a_Pail_of_Water"></SPAN><span class="smcap">Draw a Pail of Water</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Draw a pail of water</div>
<div class="line">For my Lady’s daughter.</div>
<div class="line">Father’s a King,</div>
<div class="line">Mother’s a Queen,</div>
<div class="line">My two little sisters are dressed in green,</div>
<div class="line">Stamping marigolds and parsley.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="I_Saw_a_Ship_a-sailing" id="I_Saw_a_Ship_a-sailing"></SPAN><span class="smcap">I Saw a Ship a-sailing</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">I saw a ship a-sailing,</div>
<div class="line indent2">A-sailing on the sea;</div>
<div class="line">And it was full of pretty things</div>
<div class="line indent2">For baby and for me.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">There were sweetmeats in the cabin,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And apples in the hold;</div>
<div class="line">The sails were made of silk,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And the masts were made of gold.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">The four-and-twenty sailors</div>
<div class="line indent2">That stood between the decks,</div>
<div class="line">Were four-and-twenty white mice,</div>
<div class="line indent2">With chains about their necks.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_5" id="Page_5">5</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">The captain was a duck,</div>
<div class="line indent2">With a packet on his back;</div>
<div class="line">And when the ship began to move,</div>
<div class="line indent2">The captain cried, “Quack, quack!”</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="The_Nut-Tree" id="The_Nut-Tree"></SPAN><span class="smcap">The Nut-Tree</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">I had a little nut-tree,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Nothing would it bear</div>
<div class="line">But a silver nutmeg</div>
<div class="line indent2">And a golden pear;</div>
<div class="line">The King of Spain’s daughter</div>
<div class="line indent2">She came to see me,</div>
<div class="line">And all because of my little nut-tree.</div>
<div class="line">I skipped over water,</div>
<div class="line indent2">I danced over sea,</div>
<div class="line">And all the birds in the air couldn’t catch me.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="My_Maid_Mary" id="My_Maid_Mary"></SPAN><span class="smcap">My Maid Mary</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">My maid Mary she minds the dairy,</div>
<div class="line indent2">While I go a-hoeing and a-mowing each morn;</div>
<div class="line">Gaily run the reel and the little spinning-wheel,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Whilst I am singing and mowing my corn.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<hr class="divider" />
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_6" id="Page_6">6</SPAN></span></div>
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="The_Wind_and_the_Fisherman" id="The_Wind_and_the_Fisherman"></SPAN><span class="smcap">The Wind and the Fisherman</span></h3>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">When the wind is in the East,</div>
<div class="line">’Tis neither good for man or beast;</div>
<div class="line">When the wind is in the North,</div>
<div class="line">The skilful fisher goes not forth;</div>
<div class="line">When the wind is in the South,</div>
<div class="line">It blows the bait in the fish’s mouth;</div>
<div class="line">When the wind is in the West,</div>
<div class="line">Then ’tis at the very best.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="Blow_Wind_Blow" id="Blow_Wind_Blow"></SPAN><span class="smcap">Blow, Wind, Blow</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Blow, wind, blow! and go, mill, go!</div>
<div class="line indent2">That the miller may grind his corn;</div>
<div class="line">That the baker may take it and into rolls make it,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And send us some hot in the morn.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="All_Busy" id="All_Busy"></SPAN><span class="smcap">All Busy</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">The cock’s on the house-top,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Blowing his horn;</div>
<div class="line">The bull’s in the barn,</div>
<div class="line indent2">A-threshing of corn;</div>
<div class="line">The maids in the meadows</div>
<div class="line indent2">Are making the hay,</div>
<div class="line">The ducks in the river</div>
<div class="line indent2">Are swimming away.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<hr class="divider" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_7" id="Page_7">7</SPAN></span></p>
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="Winter_has_Come" id="Winter_has_Come"></SPAN><span class="smcap">Winter has Come</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Cold and raw</div>
<div class="line indent2">The north wind doth blow</div>
<div class="line indent4">Bleak in the morning early;</div>
<div class="line indent2">All the hills are covered with snow,</div>
<div class="line indent4">And winter’s now come fairly.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="Poor_Robin" id="Poor_Robin"></SPAN><span class="smcap">Poor Robin</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent2">The north wind doth blow,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And we shall have snow,</div>
<div class="line">And what will poor Robin do then, poor thing?</div>
<div class="line indent2">He’ll sit in the barn,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And keep himself warm,</div>
<div class="line">And hide his head under his wing, poor thing!</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="I_have_a_Little_Sister" id="I_have_a_Little_Sister"></SPAN><span class="smcap">I have a Little Sister</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">I have a little sister, they call her Peep, Peep,</div>
<div class="line">She wades the waters, deep, deep, deep;</div>
<div class="line">She climbs the mountains, high, high, high;</div>
<div class="line">Poor little creature, she has but one eye.</div>
<div class="line indent22">(A star.)</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<hr class="divider" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_8" id="Page_8">8</SPAN></span></p>
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="In_Marble_Walls" id="In_Marble_Walls"></SPAN><span class="smcap">In Marble Walls</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">In marble walls as white as milk,</div>
<div class="line">Lined with a skin as soft as silk,</div>
<div class="line">Within a fountain crystal-clear,</div>
<div class="line">A golden apple doth appear.</div>
<div class="line">No doors there are to this stronghold,</div>
<div class="line">Yet thieves break in and steal the gold.</div>
<div class="line indent18">(An egg.)</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<hr class="divider" />
<h2><SPAN name="FAMILIAR_OBJECTS" id="FAMILIAR_OBJECTS"></SPAN>FAMILIAR OBJECTS</h2></div>
<p><em>Here are some poems about things with which we are all quite familiar:
the Moon and the Stars that we see through our bedroom window; Pussy
purring on the hearthrug, the spotted shell on the mantelpiece.</em></p>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="The_Moon" id="The_Moon"></SPAN><span class="smcap">The Moon</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">O, look at the moon!</div>
<div class="line indent2">She is shining up there;</div>
<div class="line">O mother, she looks</div>
<div class="line indent2">Like a lamp in the air.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Last week she was smaller,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And shaped like a bow;</div>
<div class="line">But now she’s grown bigger,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And round as an O.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_9" id="Page_9">9</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Pretty moon, pretty moon,</div>
<div class="line indent2">How you shine on the door,</div>
<div class="line">And make it all bright</div>
<div class="line indent2">On my nursery floor!</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">You shine on my playthings,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And show me their place,</div>
<div class="line">And I love to look up</div>
<div class="line indent2">At your pretty bright face.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">And there is a star</div>
<div class="line indent2">Close by you, and maybe</div>
<div class="line">That small twinkling star</div>
<div class="line indent2">Is your little baby.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">Eliza Lee Follen.</p>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="The_Star" id="The_Star"></SPAN><span class="smcap">The Star</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Twinkle, twinkle, little star,</div>
<div class="line">How I wonder what you are!</div>
<div class="line">Up above the world so high,</div>
<div class="line">Like a diamond in the sky.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">When the blazing sun is gone,</div>
<div class="line">When he nothing shines upon,</div>
<div class="line">Then you show your little light,</div>
<div class="line">Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_10" id="Page_10">10</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Then the traveller in the dark</div>
<div class="line">Thanks you for your tiny spark;</div>
<div class="line">He could not see which way to go,</div>
<div class="line">If you did not twinkle so.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">In the dark blue sky you keep,</div>
<div class="line">And often through my curtains peep,</div>
<div class="line">For you never shut your eye</div>
<div class="line">Till the sun is in the sky.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">As your bright and tiny spark</div>
<div class="line">Lights the traveller in the dark,</div>
<div class="line">Though I know not what you are,</div>
<div class="line">Twinkle, twinkle, little star.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">Ann and Jane Taylor.</p>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="Kitty" id="Kitty"></SPAN><span class="smcap">Kitty</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Once there was a little kitty</div>
<div class="line indent2">Whiter than snow;</div>
<div class="line">In a barn she used to frolic,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Long time ago.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">In the barn a little mousie</div>
<div class="line indent2">Ran to and fro;</div>
<div class="line">For she heard the kitty coming,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Long time ago.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_11" id="Page_11">11</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Two eyes had little kitty,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Black as a sloe;</div>
<div class="line">And they spied the little mousie,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Long time ago.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Four paws had little kitty,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Paws soft as dough,</div>
<div class="line">And they caught the little mousie,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Long time ago.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Nine teeth had little kitty,</div>
<div class="line indent2">All in a row;</div>
<div class="line">And they bit the little mousie,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Long time ago.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">When the teeth bit little mousie,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Little mouse cried “Oh!”</div>
<div class="line">But she got away from kitty,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Long time ago.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">Mrs E. Prentiss.</p>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="Kitty_How_to_Treat_Her" id="Kitty_How_to_Treat_Her"></SPAN><span class="smcap">Kitty: How to Treat Her</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">I like little Pussy, her coat is so warm,</div>
<div class="line">And if I don’t hurt her she’ll do me no harm;</div>
<div class="line">So I’ll not pull her tail, nor drive her away,</div>
<div class="line">But Pussy and I very gently will play.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<hr class="divider" />
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_12" id="Page_12">12</SPAN></span></div>
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="Kitty_what_She_thinks_of_Herself" id="Kitty_what_She_thinks_of_Herself"></SPAN><span class="smcap">Kitty: what She thinks of Herself</span></h3>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">I am the Cat of Cats. I am</div>
<div class="line indent2">The everlasting cat!</div>
<div class="line">Cunning, and old, and sleek as jam,</div>
<div class="line indent2">The everlasting cat!</div>
<div class="line">I hunt the vermin in the night—</div>
<div class="line indent2">The everlasting cat!</div>
<div class="line">For I see best without the light—</div>
<div class="line indent2">The everlasting cat!</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">W. B. Rands.</p>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="The_Sea_Shell" id="The_Sea_Shell"></SPAN><span class="smcap">The Sea Shell</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent2">Sea Shell, Sea Shell,</div>
<div class="line">Sing me a song, O please!</div>
<div class="line">A song of ships and sailor-men,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Of parrots and tropical trees;</div>
<div class="line">Of islands lost in the Spanish Main</div>
<div class="line">Which no man ever may see again,</div>
<div class="line">Of fishes and corals under the waves,</div>
<div class="line">And sea-horses stabled in great green caves—</div>
<div class="line indent4">Sea Shell, Sea Shell,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Sing me a song, O please!</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">Amy Lowell.</p>
<hr class="divider" />
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_13" id="Page_13">13</SPAN></span>
<h2><SPAN name="COUNTRY_BOYS_SONGS" id="COUNTRY_BOYS_SONGS"></SPAN>COUNTRY BOYS’ SONGS</h2></div>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="The_Cuckoo" id="The_Cuckoo"></SPAN><span class="smcap">The Cuckoo</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">The cuckoo’s a bonny bird,</div>
<div class="line indent2">She sings as she flies;</div>
<div class="line">She brings us good tidings,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And tells us no lies.</div>
<div class="line">She sucks little birds’ eggs,</div>
<div class="line indent2">To make her voice clear,</div>
<div class="line">And never cries Cuckoo</div>
<div class="line indent2">Till the spring of the year.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="The_Bird-Scarers_Song" id="The_Bird-Scarers_Song"></SPAN><span class="smcap">The Bird-Scarer’s Song</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">We’ve ploughed our land, we’ve sown our seed,</div>
<div class="line">We’ve made all neat and gay;</div>
<div class="line">Then take a bit and leave a bit,</div>
<div class="line">Away, birds, away!</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="Cradle_Song" id="Cradle_Song"></SPAN><span class="smcap">Cradle Song</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent2">Sleep, baby, sleep,</div>
<div class="line">Our cottage vale is deep;</div>
<div class="line">The little lamb is on the green,</div>
<div class="line">With woolly fleece so soft and clean,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Sleep, baby, sleep!</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_14" id="Page_14">14</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent2">Sleep, baby, sleep,</div>
<div class="line">Down where the woodbines creep;</div>
<div class="line">Be always like the lamb so mild,</div>
<div class="line">A kind and sweet and gentle child,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Sleep, baby, sleep!</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<hr class="divider" />
<h2><SPAN name="GOOD_NIGHT" id="GOOD_NIGHT"></SPAN>GOOD NIGHT!</h2></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Little baby, lay your head</div>
<div class="line">On your pretty cradle-bed;</div>
<div class="line">Shut your eye-peeps, now the day</div>
<div class="line">And the light are gone away;</div>
<div class="line">All the clothes are tucked in tight;</div>
<div class="line">Little baby dear, good night.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Yes, my darling, well I know</div>
<div class="line">How the bitter wind doth blow;</div>
<div class="line">And the winter’s snow and rain</div>
<div class="line">Patter on the window-pane:</div>
<div class="line">But they cannot come in here,</div>
<div class="line">To my little baby dear.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">For the window shutteth fast,</div>
<div class="line">Till the stormy night is past;</div>
<div class="line">And the curtains warm are spread</div>
<div class="line">Round about her cradle-bed:</div>
<div class="line">So till morning shineth bright</div>
<div class="line">Little baby dear, good night!</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">Ann and Jane Taylor.</p>
<hr class="divider" />
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_15" id="Page_15">15</SPAN></span>
<p class="division"><SPAN name="For_Those_a_Little_Older" id="For_Those_a_Little_Older"></SPAN><em>For Those a Little Older</em></p>
</div>
<h2>A BUNCH OF LENT LILIES</h2>
<p><em>Here three Poets treat the same flower each from his own distinct and
delightful point of view. To the first it appeals as the flower of
courage, the brave early comer; to the second it is the early goer,
the flower of a too swift departure—though daffodils really bloom
for a fairly long time, as flowers go; the third is grateful for an
imperishable recollection.</em></p>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="Daffodils" id="Daffodils"></SPAN><span class="smcap">Daffodils</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent20">... Daffodils</div>
<div class="line">That come before the swallow dares, and take</div>
<div class="line">The winds of March with beauty.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">Shakespeare.</p>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="To_Daffodils" id="To_Daffodils"></SPAN><span class="smcap">To Daffodils</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Fair daffodils, we weep to see</div>
<div class="line indent2">You haste away so soon;</div>
<div class="line">As yet the early-rising sun</div>
<div class="line indent2">Has not attain’d his noon.</div>
<div class="line indent4">Stay, stay</div>
<div class="line indent2">Until the hasting day</div>
<div class="line indent4">Has run</div>
<div class="line indent2">But to the evensong;</div>
<div class="line">And, having pray’d together, we</div>
<div class="line indent2">Will go with you along.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_16" id="Page_16">16</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">We have short time to stay, as you,</div>
<div class="line indent2">We have as short a spring;</div>
<div class="line">As quick a growth to meet decay,</div>
<div class="line indent2">As you, or anything.</div>
<div class="line indent4">We die</div>
<div class="line indent2">As your hours do, and dry</div>
<div class="line indent4">Away</div>
<div class="line indent2">Like to the summer’s rain;</div>
<div class="line">Or as the pearls of morning’s dew,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Ne’er to be found again.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">Robert Herrick.</p>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="Daffodils2" id="Daffodils2"></SPAN><span class="smcap">Daffodils</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">I wander’d lonely as a cloud</div>
<div class="line indent2">That floats on high o’er vales and hills,</div>
<div class="line">When all at once I saw a crowd,</div>
<div class="line indent2">A host, of golden daffodils;</div>
<div class="line">Beside the lake, beneath the trees,</div>
<div class="line">Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Continuous as the stars that shine</div>
<div class="line indent2">And twinkle on the Milky Way,</div>
<div class="line">They stretch’d in never-ending line</div>
<div class="line indent2">Along the margin of a bay:</div>
<div class="line">Ten thousand saw I at a glance,</div>
<div class="line">Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_17" id="Page_17">17</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">The waves beside them danced, but they</div>
<div class="line indent2">Outdid the sparkling waves in glee:</div>
<div class="line">A poet could not but be gay,</div>
<div class="line indent2">In such a jocund company:</div>
<div class="line">I gazed—and gazed—but little thought</div>
<div class="line">What wealth the show to me had brought:</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">For oft, when on my couch I lie</div>
<div class="line indent2">In vacant or in pensive mood,</div>
<div class="line">They flash upon that inward eye</div>
<div class="line indent2">Which is the bliss of solitude;</div>
<div class="line">And then my heart with pleasure fills,</div>
<div class="line">And dances with the daffodils.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">William Wordsworth.</p>
<hr class="divider" />
<h2><SPAN name="SEASONS_AND_WEATHER" id="SEASONS_AND_WEATHER"></SPAN>SEASONS AND WEATHER</h2></div>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="The_Months" id="The_Months"></SPAN><span class="smcap">The Months</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">January brings the snow,</div>
<div class="line">Makes our feet and fingers glow.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">February brings the rain,</div>
<div class="line">Thaws the frozen lake again.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">March brings breezes loud and shrill,</div>
<div class="line">Stirs the dancing daffodil.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_18" id="Page_18">18</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">April brings the primrose sweet,</div>
<div class="line">Scatters daisies at our feet.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">May brings flocks of pretty lambs,</div>
<div class="line">Skipping by their fleecy dams.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">June brings tulips, lilies, roses,</div>
<div class="line">Fills the children’s hands with posies.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Hot July brings cooling showers,</div>
<div class="line">Apricots and gillyflowers.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">August brings the sheaves of corn,</div>
<div class="line">Then the harvest home is borne.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Warm September brings the fruit,</div>
<div class="line">Sportsmen then begin to shoot.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Fresh October brings the pheasant,</div>
<div class="line">Then to gather nuts is pleasant.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Dull November brings the blast,</div>
<div class="line">Then the leaves are whirling fast.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Chill December brings the sleet,</div>
<div class="line">Blazing fire and Christmas treat.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">Sara Coleridge.</p>
<hr class="divider" />
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_19" id="Page_19">19</SPAN></span></div>
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="The_Wind_in_a_Frolic" id="The_Wind_in_a_Frolic"></SPAN><span class="smcap">The Wind in a Frolic</span></h3>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">The wind one morning sprang up from sleep,</div>
<div class="line">Saying, “Now for a frolic! now for a leap!</div>
<div class="line">Now for a madcap galloping chase!</div>
<div class="line">I’ll make a commotion in every place!”</div>
<div class="line">So it swept with a bustle right through a great town,</div>
<div class="line">Creaking the signs and scattering down</div>
<div class="line">Shutters; and whisking, with merciless squalls,</div>
<div class="line">Old women’s bonnets and gingerbread stalls.</div>
<div class="line">There never was heard a much lustier shout,</div>
<div class="line">As the apples and oranges trundled about;</div>
<div class="line">And the urchins, that stand with their thievish eyes</div>
<div class="line">For ever on watch, ran off each with a prize.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Then away to the field it went blustering and humming,</div>
<div class="line">And the cattle all wondered whatever was coming.</div>
<div class="line">It plucked by their tails the grave matronly cows,</div>
<div class="line">And tossed the colts’ manes all about their brows,</div>
<div class="line">Till, offended at such a familiar salute,</div>
<div class="line">They all turned their backs, and stood sullenly mute.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_20" id="Page_20">20</SPAN></span>
<div class="line">So on it went, capering and playing its pranks;</div>
<div class="line">Whistling with reeds on the broad river’s banks;</div>
<div class="line">Puffing the birds as they sat on the spray,</div>
<div class="line">Or the traveller grave on the king’s highway.</div>
<div class="line">It was not too nice<SPAN name="FNanchor_1_1" id="FNanchor_1_1"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_1_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</SPAN> to hustle the bags</div>
<div class="line">Of the beggar, and flutter his dirty rags;</div>
<div class="line">’Twas so bold that it feared not to play its joke</div>
<div class="line">With the doctor’s wig, or the gentleman’s cloak.</div>
<div class="line">Through the forest it roared, and cried gaily, “Now,</div>
<div class="line">You sturdy old oaks, I’ll make you bow!”</div>
<div class="line">And it made them bow without more ado,</div>
<div class="line">Or it cracked their great branches through and through.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Then it rushed like a monster on cottage and farm,</div>
<div class="line">Striking their dwellers with sudden alarm;</div>
<div class="line">And they ran out like bees in a midsummer swarm.</div>
<div class="line">There were dames with their kerchiefs tied over their caps,</div>
<div class="line">To see if their poultry were free from mishaps;</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_21" id="Page_21">21</SPAN></span>
<div class="line">The turkeys they gobbled, the geese screamed aloud,</div>
<div class="line">And the hens crept to roost in a terrified crowd;</div>
<div class="line">There was rearing of ladders, and logs laying on</div>
<div class="line">Where the thatch from the roof threatened soon to be gone.</div>
<div class="line">But the wind had passed on, and had met in a lane</div>
<div class="line">With a schoolboy, who panted and struggled in vain;</div>
<div class="line">For it tossed him and twirled him, then passed, and he stood</div>
<div class="line">With his hat in a pool and his shoe in the mud.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">But away went the wind in its holiday glee,</div>
<div class="line">And now it was far on the billowy sea,</div>
<div class="line">And the lordly ships felt its staggering blow,</div>
<div class="line">And the little boats darted to and fro.</div>
<div class="line">But lo! it was night, and it sank to rest,</div>
<div class="line">On the sea-bird’s rock in the gleaming West,</div>
<div class="line">Laughing to think, in its fearful fun,</div>
<div class="line">How little of mischief it had done.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right"><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_22" id="Page_22">22</SPAN></span>
<span class="smcap">William Howitt.</span></p>
<div class="footnote">
<p><SPAN name="Footnote_1_1" id="Footnote_1_1"></SPAN><SPAN href="#FNanchor_1_1"><span class="label">[1]</span></SPAN> <em>nice</em>: particular.</p>
</div>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="The_Four_Sweet_Months" id="The_Four_Sweet_Months"></SPAN><span class="smcap">The Four Sweet Months</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">First, April, she with mellow showers</div>
<div class="line">Opens the way for early flowers;</div>
<div class="line">Then after her comes smiling May,</div>
<div class="line">In a more sweet and rich array;</div>
<div class="line">Next enters June, and brings us more</div>
<div class="line">Gems than those two that went before:</div>
<div class="line">Then, lastly, July comes and she</div>
<div class="line">More wealth brings in than all those three.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Robert Herrick.</span></p>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="Glad_Day" id="Glad_Day"></SPAN><span class="smcap">Glad Day</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent2">Here’s another day, dear,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Here’s the sun again</div>
<div class="line">Peeping in his pleasant way</div>
<div class="line indent2">Through the window pane.</div>
<div class="line indent2">Rise and let him in, dear,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Hail him “hip hurray!”</div>
<div class="line">Now the fun will all begin.</div>
<div class="line indent2">Here’s another day!</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent2">Down the coppice path, dear,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Through the dewy glade,</div>
<div class="line">(When the Morning took her bath</div>
<div class="line indent2">What a splash she made!)</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_23" id="Page_23">23</SPAN></span>
<div class="line indent2">Up the wet wood-way, dear,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Under dripping green</div>
<div class="line">Run to meet another day,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Brightest ever seen.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent2">Mushrooms in the field, dear,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Show their silver gleam.</div>
<div class="line">What a dainty crop they yield</div>
<div class="line indent2">Firm as clouted cream,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Cool as balls of snow, dear,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Sweet and fresh and round!</div>
<div class="line">Ere the early dew can go</div>
<div class="line indent2">We must clear the ground.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent2">Such a lot to do, dear,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Such a lot to see!</div>
<div class="line">How we ever can get through</div>
<div class="line indent2">Fairly puzzles me.</div>
<div class="line indent2">Hurry up and out, dear,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Then—away! away!</div>
<div class="line">In and out and round about,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Here’s another day!</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">W. Graham Robertson.</p>
<hr class="divider" />
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_24" id="Page_24">24</SPAN></span>
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="Buttercups_and_Daisies" id="Buttercups_and_Daisies"></SPAN><span class="smcap">Buttercups and Daisies</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Buttercups and daisies—</div>
<div class="line">O the pretty flowers!</div>
<div class="line">Coming ere the spring-time,</div>
<div class="line indent2">To tell of sunny hours.</div>
<div class="line">When the trees are leafless;</div>
<div class="line indent2">When the fields are bare;</div>
<div class="line">Buttercups and daisies</div>
<div class="line indent2">Spring up here and there.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Welcome, yellow buttercups!</div>
<div class="line">Welcome, daisies white!</div>
<div class="line">Ye are in my spirit</div>
<div class="line indent2">Vision’d, a delight!</div>
<div class="line">Coming ere the spring-time,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Of sunny hours to tell—</div>
<div class="line">Speaking to our hearts of Him</div>
<div class="line indent2">Who doeth all things well.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">Mary Howitt.</p>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="The_Merry_Month_of_March" id="The_Merry_Month_of_March"></SPAN><span class="smcap">The Merry Month of March</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent2">The cock is crowing,</div>
<div class="line indent2">The stream is flowing,</div>
<div class="line indent2">The small birds twitter,</div>
<div class="line indent2">The lake doth glitter,</div>
<div class="line">The green field sleeps in the sun;</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_25" id="Page_25">25</SPAN></span>
<div class="line indent2">The oldest and youngest</div>
<div class="line indent2">Are at work with the strongest;</div>
<div class="line indent2">The cattle are grazing,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Their heads never raising;</div>
<div class="line">There are forty feeding like one!</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent2">Like an army defeated</div>
<div class="line indent2">The snow hath retreated,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And now doth fare ill</div>
<div class="line indent2">On the top of the bare hill;</div>
<div class="line">The Plough-boy is whooping anon, anon.</div>
<div class="line indent2">There’s joy in the mountains;</div>
<div class="line indent2">There’s life in the fountains;</div>
<div class="line indent2">Small clouds are sailing,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Blue sky prevailing;</div>
<div class="line">The rain is over and gone!</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">William Wordsworth.</p>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="What_the_Birds_Say" id="What_the_Birds_Say"></SPAN><span class="smcap">What the Birds Say</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Do you know what the birds say? The sparrow, the dove,</div>
<div class="line">The linnet and thrush say “I love and I love!”</div>
<div class="line">In the winter they’re silent—the wind is so strong;</div>
<div class="line">What it says I don’t know, but it sings a loud song.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_26" id="Page_26">26</SPAN></span>
<div class="line">But green leaves, and blossoms, and sunny warm weather,</div>
<div class="line">And singing, and loving, all come back together.</div>
<div class="line">But the lark is so brimful of gladness and love,</div>
<div class="line">The green fields below him, the blue sky above,</div>
<div class="line">That he sings, and he sings, and for ever sings he—</div>
<div class="line">“I love my love, and my love loves me!”</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">S. T. Coleridge.</p>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="Springs_Procession" id="Springs_Procession"></SPAN><span class="smcap">Spring’s Procession</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">First came the primrose,</div>
<div class="line">On the bank high,</div>
<div class="line">Like a maiden looking forth</div>
<div class="line">From the window of a tower</div>
<div class="line">When the battle rolls below,</div>
<div class="line">So look’d she,</div>
<div class="line">And saw the storms go by.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Then came the wind-flower</div>
<div class="line">In the valley left behind,</div>
<div class="line">As a wounded maiden, pale</div>
<div class="line">With purple streaks of woe,</div>
<div class="line">When the battle has roll’d by</div>
<div class="line">Wanders to and fro,</div>
<div class="line">So tottered she,</div>
<div class="line">Dishevell’d in the wind.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_27" id="Page_27">27</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Then came the daisies,</div>
<div class="line">On the first of May,</div>
<div class="line">Like a banner’d show’s advance</div>
<div class="line">While the crowd runs by the way,</div>
<div class="line">With ten thousand flowers about them<br/>
they came trooping through the fields.</div>
<div class="line">As a happy people come,</div>
<div class="line">So came they,</div>
<div class="line">As a happy people come</div>
<div class="line">When the war has roll’d away,</div>
<div class="line">With dance and tabor, pipe and drum,</div>
<div class="line">And all make holiday.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Then came the cowslip,</div>
<div class="line">Like a dancer in the fair,</div>
<div class="line">She spread her little mat of green,</div>
<div class="line">And on it danced she.</div>
<div class="line">With a fillet bound about her brow,</div>
<div class="line">A fillet round her happy brow,</div>
<div class="line">A golden fillet round her brow,</div>
<div class="line">And rubies in her hair.</div>
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</div>
<p class="right smcap">Sydney Dobell.</p>
<hr class="divider" />
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_28" id="Page_28">28</SPAN></span></div>
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="The_Call_of_the_Woods" id="The_Call_of_the_Woods"></SPAN><span class="smcap">The Call of the Woods</span></h3>
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<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent2">Under the greenwood tree,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Who loves to lie with me,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And tune his merry note</div>
<div class="line indent2">Unto the sweet bird’s throat,</div>
<div class="line">Come hither, come hither, come hither!</div>
<div class="line indent2">Here shall he see</div>
<div class="line indent2">No enemy</div>
<div class="line">But winter and rough weather.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent2">Who doth ambition shun,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And loves to live in the sun,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Seeking the food he eats,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And pleas’d with what he gets,</div>
<div class="line">Come hither, come hither, come hither!</div>
<div class="line indent2">Here shall he see</div>
<div class="line indent2">No enemy</div>
<div class="line">But winter and rough weather.</div>
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</div>
<p class="right smcap">Shakespeare.</p>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="A_Prescription_for_a_Spring_Morning" id="A_Prescription_for_a_Spring_Morning"></SPAN><span class="smcap">A Prescription for a Spring Morning</span></h3></div>
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<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">At early dawn through London you must go</div>
<div class="line">Until you come where long black hedgerows grow,</div>
<div class="line">With pink buds pearl’d, with here and there a tree,</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_29" id="Page_29">29</SPAN></span>
<div class="line indent2">And gates and stiles; and watch good country folk;</div>
<div class="line indent2">And scent the spicy smoke</div>
<div class="line">Of wither’d weeds that burn where gardens be;</div>
<div class="line">And in a ditch perhaps a primrose see.</div>
<div class="line">The rooks shall stalk the plough, larks mount the skies,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Blackbirds and speckled thrushes sing aloud,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Hid in the warm white cloud</div>
<div class="line">Mantling the thorn, and far away shall rise</div>
<div class="line">The milky low of cows and farm-yard cries.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">From windy heavens the climbing sun shall shine,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And February greet you like a maid</div>
<div class="line indent2">In russet cloak array’d;</div>
<div class="line">And you shall take her for your mistress fine,</div>
<div class="line">And pluck a crocus for her valentine.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">John Davidson.</p>
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<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="The_Country_Faith" id="The_Country_Faith"></SPAN><span class="smcap">The Country Faith</span></h3></div>
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<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Here in the country’s heart</div>
<div class="line">Where the grass is green,</div>
<div class="line">Life is the same sweet life</div>
<div class="line">As it e’er hath been</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_30" id="Page_30">30</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Trust in a God still lives,</div>
<div class="line">And the bell at morn</div>
<div class="line">Floats with a thought of God</div>
<div class="line">O’er the rising corn.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">God comes down in the rain,</div>
<div class="line">And the crop grows tall—</div>
<div class="line">This is the country faith,</div>
<div class="line">And the best of all.</div>
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</div>
<p class="right smcap">Norman Gale.</p>
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<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="The_Butterflys_Ball" id="The_Butterflys_Ball"></SPAN><span class="smcap">The Butterfly’s Ball</span></h3></div>
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<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">“Come, take up your hats, and away let us haste</div>
<div class="line">To the Butterfly’s Ball and the Grasshopper’s Feast;</div>
<div class="line">The Trumpeter, Gadfly, has summoned the crew,</div>
<div class="line">And the revels are now only waiting for you.”</div>
<div class="line">So said little Robert, and pacing along,</div>
<div class="line">His merry Companions came forth in a throng,</div>
<div class="line">And on the smooth Grass by the side of a Wood,</div>
<div class="line">Beneath a broad oak that for ages had stood,</div>
<div class="line">Saw the Children of Earth and the Tenants of Air</div>
<div class="line">For an Evening’s Amusement together repair.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_31" id="Page_31">31</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">And there came the Beetle, so blind and so black,</div>
<div class="line">Who carried the Emmet, his friend, on his back.</div>
<div class="line">And there was the Gnat and the Dragon-fly too,</div>
<div class="line">With all their Relations, green, orange and blue.</div>
<div class="line">And there came the Moth, with his plumage of down,</div>
<div class="line">And the Hornet in jacket of yellow and brown;</div>
<div class="line">Who with him the Wasp, his companion, did bring,</div>
<div class="line">But they promised that evening to lay by their sting.</div>
<div class="line">And the sly little Dormouse crept out of his hole,</div>
<div class="line">And brought to the feast his blind Brother, the Mole,</div>
<div class="line">And the Snail, with his horns peeping out of his shell,</div>
<div class="line">Came from a great distance, the length of an ell.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">A Mushroom their Table, and on it was laid</div>
<div class="line">A water-dock leaf, which a table-cloth made.</div>
<div class="line">The Viands were various, to each of their taste,</div>
<div class="line">And the Bee brought her honey to crown the Repast.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_32" id="Page_32">32</SPAN></span>
<div class="line">Then close on his haunches, so solemn and wise,</div>
<div class="line">The Frog from a corner look’d up to the skies;</div>
<div class="line">And the Squirrel, well pleased such diversions to see,</div>
<div class="line">Mounted high overhead and look’d down from a tree.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Then out came the Spider, with finger so fine,</div>
<div class="line">To show his dexterity on the tight-line.</div>
<div class="line">From one branch to another his cobwebs he slung,</div>
<div class="line">Then quick as an arrow he darted along.</div>
<div class="line">But just in the middle—oh! shocking to tell,</div>
<div class="line">From his rope, in an instant, poor Harlequin fell.</div>
<div class="line">Yet he touched not the ground, but with talons outspread,</div>
<div class="line">Hung suspended in air, at the end of a thread.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Then the Grasshopper came, with a jerk and a spring,</div>
<div class="line">Very long was his leg, though but short was his Wing;</div>
<div class="line">He took but three leaps, and was soon out of sight,</div>
<div class="line">Then chirp’d his own praises the rest of the night.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_33" id="Page_33">33</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">With step so majestic the Snail did advance,</div>
<div class="line">And promised the Gazers a Minuet to dance;</div>
<div class="line">But they all laughed so loud that he pulled in his head,</div>
<div class="line">And went in his own little chamber to bed.</div>
<div class="line">Then as Evening gave way to the shadows of Night,</div>
<div class="line">Their Watchman, the Glowworm, came out with a light.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">“Then home let us hasten, while yet we can see,</div>
<div class="line">For no Watchman is waiting for you and for me.”</div>
<div class="line">So said little Robert, and pacing along,</div>
<div class="line">His merry Companions return’d in a throng.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">William Roscoe.</p>
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<h2><SPAN name="TASTES_AND_PREFERENCES" id="TASTES_AND_PREFERENCES"></SPAN>TASTES AND PREFERENCES</h2></div>
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<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="A_Wish" id="A_Wish"></SPAN><span class="smcap">A Wish</span></h3></div>
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<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Mine be a cot beside the hill;</div>
<div class="line indent2">A bee-hive’s hum shall soothe my ear;</div>
<div class="line">A willowy brook, that turns a mill,</div>
<div class="line indent2">With many a fall shall linger near.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_34" id="Page_34">34</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">The swallow oft beneath my thatch</div>
<div class="line indent2">Shall twitter from her clay-built nest;</div>
<div class="line">Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch</div>
<div class="line indent2">And share my meal, a welcome guest.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Around my ivied porch shall spring</div>
<div class="line indent2">Each fragrant flower that drinks the dew;</div>
<div class="line">And Lucy at her wheel shall sing</div>
<div class="line indent2">In russet gown and apron blue.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">The village church among the trees,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Where first our marriage vows were given,</div>
<div class="line">With merry peals shall swell the breeze,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And point with taper spire to Heaven.</div>
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</div>
<p class="right smcap">Samuel Rogers.</p>
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<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="Wishing" id="Wishing"></SPAN><span class="smcap">Wishing</span></h3></div>
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<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Ring-ting! I wish I were a Primrose,</div>
<div class="line">A bright yellow Primrose blowing in the Spring!</div>
<div class="line indent4">The stooping boughs above me,</div>
<div class="line indent4">The wandering bee to love me,</div>
<div class="line">The fern and moss to creep across,</div>
<div class="line indent10">And the Elm-tree for our King!</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_35" id="Page_35">35</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Nay—stay! I wish I were an Elm-tree,</div>
<div class="line">A great lofty Elm-tree, with green leaves gay!</div>
<div class="line indent4">The winds would set them dancing,</div>
<div class="line indent4">The sun and moonshine glance in,</div>
<div class="line">The birds would house among the boughs,</div>
<div class="line indent10">And sweetly sing!</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">O—no! I wish I were a Robin,</div>
<div class="line">A Robin or a little Wren, everywhere to go;</div>
<div class="line indent4">Through forest, field, or garden,</div>
<div class="line indent4">And ask no leave or pardon,</div>
<div class="line">Till Winter comes with icy thumbs</div>
<div class="line indent10">To ruffle up our wing!</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Well—tell! Where should I fly to,</div>
<div class="line">Where go to sleep in the dark wood or dell?</div>
<div class="line indent4">Before a day was over,</div>
<div class="line indent4">Home comes the rover,</div>
<div class="line">For Mother’s kiss,—sweeter this</div>
<div class="line indent10">Than any other thing!</div>
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</div>
<p class="right smcap">William Allingham.</p>
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<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="Bunches_of_Grapes" id="Bunches_of_Grapes"></SPAN><span class="smcap">Bunches of Grapes</span></h3></div>
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<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">“Bunches of grapes,” says Timothy;</div>
<div class="line">“Pomegranates pink,” says Elaine;</div>
<div class="line">“A junket of cream and a cranberry tart</div>
<div class="line">For me,” says Jane.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_36" id="Page_36">36</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">“Love-in-a-mist,” says Timothy;</div>
<div class="line">“Primroses pale,” says Elaine;</div>
<div class="line">“A nosegay of pinks and mignonette</div>
<div class="line">For me,” says Jane.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">“Chariots of gold,” says Timothy;</div>
<div class="line">“Silvery wings,” says Elaine;</div>
<div class="line">“A bumpity ride in a waggon of hay</div>
<div class="line">For me,” says Jane.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">Walter Ramal.</p>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="Contentment" id="Contentment"></SPAN><span class="smcap">Contentment</span></h3></div>
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<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Once on a time an old red hen</div>
<div class="line indent2">Went strutting round with pompous clucks,</div>
<div class="line">For she had little babies ten,</div>
<div class="line indent2">A part of which were tiny ducks.</div>
<div class="line">“’Tis very rare that hens,” said she,</div>
<div class="line indent2">“Have baby ducks as well as chicks—</div>
<div class="line">But I possess, as you can see,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Of chickens four and ducklings six!”</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">A season later, this old hen</div>
<div class="line indent2">Appeared, still cackling of her luck,</div>
<div class="line">For, though she boasted babies ten,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Not one among them was a duck!</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_37" id="Page_37">37</SPAN></span>
<div class="line">“’Tis well,” she murmured, brooding o’er</div>
<div class="line indent2">The little chicks of fleecy down,</div>
<div class="line">“My babies now will stay ashore,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And, consequently, cannot drown!”</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">The following spring the old red hen</div>
<div class="line indent2">Clucked just as proudly as of yore—</div>
<div class="line">But lo! her babes were ducklings ten,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Instead of chickens as before!</div>
<div class="line">“’Tis better,” said the old red hen,</div>
<div class="line indent2">As she surveyed her waddling brood;</div>
<div class="line">“A little water now and then</div>
<div class="line indent2">Will surely do my darlings good!”</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">But oh! alas, how very sad!</div>
<div class="line indent2">When gentle spring rolled round again,</div>
<div class="line">The eggs eventuated bad,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And childless was the old red hen!</div>
<div class="line">Yet patiently she bore her woe,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And still she wore a cheerful air,</div>
<div class="line">And said: “’Tis best these things are so,</div>
<div class="line indent2">For babies are a dreadful care!”</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">I half suspect that many men,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And many, many women too,</div>
<div class="line">Could learn a lesson from the hen</div>
<div class="line indent2">With plumage of vermilion hue.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_38" id="Page_38">38</SPAN></span>
<div class="line">She ne’er presumed to take offence</div>
<div class="line">At any fate that might befall,</div>
<div class="line">But meekly bowed to Providence—</div>
<div class="line">She was contented—that was all!</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">Eugene Field.</p>
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<h2><SPAN name="TOYS_AND_PLAY_IN-DOORS_AND_OUT" id="TOYS_AND_PLAY_IN-DOORS_AND_OUT"></SPAN>TOYS AND PLAY, IN-DOORS AND OUT</h2></div>
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<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="The_Land_of_Story-Books" id="The_Land_of_Story-Books"></SPAN><span class="smcap">The Land of Story-Books</span></h3></div>
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<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">At evening when the lamp is lit,</div>
<div class="line">Around the fire my parents sit;</div>
<div class="line">They sit at home and talk and sing,</div>
<div class="line">And do not play at anything.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Now, with my little gun, I crawl</div>
<div class="line">All in the dark along the wall,</div>
<div class="line">And follow round the forest track</div>
<div class="line">Away behind the sofa back.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">There, in the night, where none can spy,</div>
<div class="line">All in my hunter’s camp I lie,</div>
<div class="line">And play at books that I have read</div>
<div class="line">Till it is time to go to bed.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_39" id="Page_39">39</SPAN></span>
<div class="line">These are the hills, these are the woods,</div>
<div class="line">These are my starry solitudes;</div>
<div class="line">And there the river by whose brink</div>
<div class="line">The roaring lions come to drink.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">I see the others far away</div>
<div class="line">As if in firelit camp they lay,</div>
<div class="line">And I, like to an Indian scout,</div>
<div class="line">Around their party prowled about.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">So, when my nurse comes in for me,</div>
<div class="line">Home I return across the sea,</div>
<div class="line">And go to bed with backward looks</div>
<div class="line">At my dear land of Story-books.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">R. L. Stevenson.</p>
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<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="Sand_Castles" id="Sand_Castles"></SPAN><span class="smcap">Sand Castles</span></h3></div>
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<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Build me a castle of sand</div>
<div class="line indent4">Down by the sea.</div>
<div class="line">Here on the edge of the strand</div>
<div class="line indent4">Build it for me.</div>
<div class="line">How shall a foeman invade,</div>
<div class="line indent4">Where may he land,</div>
<div class="line">While we can raise with our spade</div>
<div class="line indent4">Castles of sand?</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_40" id="Page_40">40</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Turrets upleap and aspire,</div>
<div class="line indent4">Battlements rise</div>
<div class="line">Sweeping the sea with their fire,</div>
<div class="line indent4">Storming the skies.</div>
<div class="line">Pile that a monarch might own,</div>
<div class="line indent4">Mightily plann’d!</div>
<div class="line">I can’t sit here on a throne,</div>
<div class="line indent4">This is too grand.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Build me a cottage of sand</div>
<div class="line indent4">Up on the hill;</div>
<div class="line">Snug in a cleft it must stand</div>
<div class="line indent4">Sunny and still.</div>
<div class="line">Plant it with ragwort and ling,</div>
<div class="line indent4">Bramble and bine:</div>
<div class="line">Castles I’ll leave to the King,</div>
<div class="line indent4">This shall be mine.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Storm-clouds drive over the land,</div>
<div class="line indent4">High flies the spray;</div>
<div class="line">Gone are our houses of sand,</div>
<div class="line indent4">Vanished away!</div>
<div class="line">Look at the damage you’ve done,</div>
<div class="line indent4">Sea-wave and rain!</div>
<div class="line">—“Nay, we but give you your fun</div>
<div class="line indent4">Over again.”</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">W. Graham Robertson.</p>
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<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_41" id="Page_41">41</SPAN></span>
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="Ring_o_Roses" id="Ring_o_Roses"></SPAN><span class="smcap">Ring o’ Roses</span></h3></div>
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<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Hush a while, my darling, for the long day closes,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Nodding into slumber on the blue hill’s crest.</div>
<div class="line">See the little clouds play Ring a ring o’ roses,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Planting Fairy gardens in the red-rose West.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Greet him for us, cloudlets, say we’re not forgetting</div>
<div class="line indent2">Golden gifts of sunshine, merry hours of play.</div>
<div class="line">Ring a ring o’ roses round the sweet sun’s setting,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Spread a bed of roses for the dear dead day.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Hush-a-bye, my little one, the dear day dozes,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Doffed his crown of kingship and his fair flag furled,</div>
<div class="line">While the earth and sky play Ring a ring o’ roses,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Ring a ring o’ roses round the rose-red world.</div>
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</div>
<p class="right smcap">W. Graham Robertson.</p>
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<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_42" id="Page_42">42</SPAN></span>
<h2><SPAN name="DREAM-LAND" id="DREAM-LAND"></SPAN>DREAM-LAND</h2></div>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="Wynken_Blynken_and_Nod" id="Wynken_Blynken_and_Nod"></SPAN><span class="smcap">Wynken, Blynken, and Nod</span></h3></div>
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<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night</div>
<div class="line indent2">Sailed off in a wooden shoe—</div>
<div class="line">Sailed on a river of crystal light,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Into a sea of dew.</div>
<div class="line">“Where are you going, and what do you wish?”</div>
<div class="line indent2">The old moon asked the three.</div>
<div class="line">“We have come to fish for the herring fish</div>
<div class="line indent2">That live in this beautiful sea;</div>
<div class="line indent2">Nets of silver and gold have we!”</div>
<div class="line indent14">Said Wynken,</div>
<div class="line indent14">Blynken,</div>
<div class="line indent14">And Nod.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">The old moon laughed and sang a song,</div>
<div class="line indent2">As they rocked in the wooden shoe,</div>
<div class="line">And the wind that sped them all night long</div>
<div class="line indent2">Ruffled the waves of dew.</div>
<div class="line">The little stars were the herring fish</div>
<div class="line indent2">That lived in that beautiful sea—</div>
<div class="line">“Now cast your nets wherever you wish—</div>
<div class="line indent2">Never afeared are we”:</div>
<div class="line indent2">So cried the stars to the fishermen three:</div>
<div class="line indent14">Wynken,</div>
<div class="line indent14">Blynken,</div>
<div class="line indent14">And Nod.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_43" id="Page_43">43</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">All night long their nets they threw</div>
<div class="line indent2">To the stars in the twinkling foam—</div>
<div class="line">Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Bringing the fishermen home;</div>
<div class="line">’Twas all so pretty a sail it seemed</div>
<div class="line indent2">As if it could not be,</div>
<div class="line">And some folks thought ’twas a dream they’d dreamed</div>
<div class="line indent2">Of sailing that beautiful sea—</div>
<div class="line indent2">But I shall name you the fishermen three:</div>
<div class="line indent14">Wynken,</div>
<div class="line indent14">Blynken,</div>
<div class="line indent14">And Nod.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And Nod is a little head,</div>
<div class="line">And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies</div>
<div class="line indent2">Is a wee one’s trundle-bed.</div>
<div class="line">So shut your eyes while mother sings</div>
<div class="line indent2">Of wonderful sights that be,</div>
<div class="line">And you shall see the beautiful things</div>
<div class="line indent2">As you rock in the misty sea,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three:</div>
<div class="line indent14">Wynken,</div>
<div class="line indent14">Blynken,</div>
<div class="line indent14">And Nod.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">Eugene Field.</p>
<hr class="divider" />
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_44" id="Page_44">44</SPAN></span></div>
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="The_Drummer-Boy_and_the_Sheperdess" id="The_Drummer-Boy_and_the_Sheperdess"></SPAN><span class="smcap">The Drummer-Boy and the Sheperdess</span></h3>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Drummer-boy, drummer-boy, where is your drum?</div>
<div class="line">And why do you weep, sitting here on your thumb?</div>
<div class="line">The soldiers are out, and the fifes we can hear;</div>
<div class="line">But where is the drum of the young grenadier?</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">“My dear little drum it was stolen away</div>
<div class="line">Whilst I was asleep on a sunshiny day;</div>
<div class="line">It was all through the drone of a big bumblebee,</div>
<div class="line">And sheep and a shepherdess under a tree.”</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Shepherdess, shepherdess, where is your crook?</div>
<div class="line">And why is your little lamb over the brook?</div>
<div class="line">It bleats for its dam, and dog Tray is not by,</div>
<div class="line">So why do you stand with a tear in your eye?</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">“My dear little crook it was stolen away</div>
<div class="line">Whilst I dreamt a dream on a morning in May;</div>
<div class="line">It was all through the drone of a big bumblebee,</div>
<div class="line">And a drum and a drummer-boy under a tree.”</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">W. B. Rands.</p>
<hr class="divider" />
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_45" id="Page_45">45</SPAN></span></div>
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="The_Land_of_Dreams" id="The_Land_of_Dreams"></SPAN><span class="smcap">The Land of Dreams</span></h3>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">“Awake, awake, my little boy!</div>
<div class="line">Thou wast thy mother’s only joy;</div>
<div class="line">Why dost thou weep in thy gentle sleep?</div>
<div class="line">O wake! thy father doth thee keep.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">O what land is the land of dreams?</div>
<div class="line">What are its mountains and what are its streams?”</div>
<div class="line">“O father! I saw my mother there,</div>
<div class="line">Among the lilies by waters fair.”</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">“Dear child! I also by pleasant streams</div>
<div class="line">Have wandered all night in the land of dreams,</div>
<div class="line">But, though calm and warm the waters wide</div>
<div class="line">I could not get to the other side.”</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">“Father, O father! what do we here,</div>
<div class="line">In this land of unbelief and fear?</div>
<div class="line">The land of dreams is better far,</div>
<div class="line">Above the light of the morning star.”</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">William Blake.</p>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="Sweet_and_Low" id="Sweet_and_Low"></SPAN><span class="smcap">Sweet and Low</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Sweet and low, sweet and low,</div>
<div class="line">Wind of the western sea,</div>
<div class="line">Low, low, breathe and blow,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Wind of the western sea!</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_46" id="Page_46">46</SPAN></span>
<div class="line">Over the rolling waters go,</div>
<div class="line">Come from the dying moon, and blow,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Blow him again to me;</div>
<div class="line">While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Sleep and rest, sleep and rest,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Father will come to thee soon;</div>
<div class="line">Rest, rest, on mother’s breast,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Father will come to thee soon;</div>
<div class="line">Father will come to his babe in the nest,</div>
<div class="line">Silver sails all out of the west</div>
<div class="line indent2">Under the silver moon:</div>
<div class="line">Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">Alfred, Lord Tennyson.</p>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="Cradle_Song2" id="Cradle_Song2"></SPAN><span class="smcap">Cradle Song</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">O hush thee, my baby, thy sire was a knight,</div>
<div class="line">Thy mother a lady, both lovely and bright;</div>
<div class="line">The woods and the glens, from the towers which we see,</div>
<div class="line">They all are belonging, dear baby, to thee.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">O fear not the bugle, though loudly it blows,</div>
<div class="line">It calls but the warders that guard thy repose;</div>
<div class="line">Their bows would be bended, their blades would be red,</div>
<div class="line">Ere the step of a foeman draws near to thy bed.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_47" id="Page_47">47</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">O hush thee, my baby, the time will soon come,</div>
<div class="line">When thy sleep shall be broken by trumpet and drum;</div>
<div class="line">Then hush thee, my darling, take rest while you may,</div>
<div class="line">For strife comes with manhood, and waking with day.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">Sir Walter Scott.</p>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="Mother_and_I" id="Mother_and_I"></SPAN><span class="smcap">Mother and I</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">O Mother-My-Love, if you’ll give me your hand,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And go where I ask you to wander,</div>
<div class="line">I will lead you away to a beautiful land—</div>
<div class="line indent2">The Dreamland that’s waiting out yonder.</div>
<div class="line">We’ll walk in a sweet-posy garden out there,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Where moonlight and starlight are streaming,</div>
<div class="line">And the flowers and the birds are filling the air</div>
<div class="line indent2">With the fragrance and music of dreaming.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">There’ll be no little tired-out boy to undress,</div>
<div class="line indent2">No questions or cares to perplex you;</div>
<div class="line">There’ll be no little bruises or bumps to caress,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Nor patching of stockings to vex you.</div>
<div class="line">For I’ll rock you away on a silver-dew stream,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And sing you asleep when you’re weary,</div>
<div class="line">And no one shall know of our beautiful dream</div>
<div class="line indent2">But you and your own little dearie.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_48" id="Page_48">48</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">And when I am tired I’ll nestle my head</div>
<div class="line indent2">In the bosom that’s sooth’d me so often,</div>
<div class="line">And the wide-awake stars shall sing in my stead</div>
<div class="line indent2">A song which our dreaming shall soften.</div>
<div class="line">So Mother-My-Love, let me take your dear hand,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And away through the starlight we’ll wander—</div>
<div class="line">Away through the mist to the beautiful land—</div>
<div class="line indent2">The Dreamland that’s waiting out yonder!</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">Eugene Field.</p>
<hr class="divider" />
<h2><SPAN name="FAIRY-LAND" id="FAIRY-LAND"></SPAN>FAIRY-LAND</h2></div>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="The_Fairies" id="The_Fairies"></SPAN><span class="smcap">The Fairies</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Up the airy mountain,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Down the rushy glen,</div>
<div class="line">We daren’t go a-hunting</div>
<div class="line indent2">For fear of little men;</div>
<div class="line">Wee folk, good folk,</div>
<div class="line">Trooping all together;</div>
<div class="line">Green jacket, red cap,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And white owl’s feather!</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_49" id="Page_49">49</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Down along the rocky shore</div>
<div class="line indent2">Some make their home,</div>
<div class="line">They live on crispy pancakes</div>
<div class="line indent2">Of yellow tide-foam;</div>
<div class="line">Some in the reeds</div>
<div class="line indent2">Of the black mountain-lake,</div>
<div class="line">With frogs for their watch-dogs,</div>
<div class="line indent2">All night awake.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">High on the hill-top</div>
<div class="line">The old King sits;</div>
<div class="line">He is now so old and grey</div>
<div class="line indent2">He’s nigh lost his wits.</div>
<div class="line">With a bridge of white mist</div>
<div class="line indent2">Columbkill he crosses,</div>
<div class="line">On his stately journeys</div>
<div class="line indent2">From Slieveleague to Rosses;</div>
<div class="line">Or going up with music</div>
<div class="line indent2">On cold starry nights,</div>
<div class="line">To sup with the Queen</div>
<div class="line indent2">Of the gay Northern Lights.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">They stole little Bridget</div>
<div class="line indent2">For seven years long;</div>
<div class="line">When she came down again</div>
<div class="line indent2">Her friends were all gone.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_50" id="Page_50">50</SPAN></span>
<div class="line">They took her lightly back,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Between the night and morrow,</div>
<div class="line">They thought that she was fast asleep,</div>
<div class="line indent2">But she was dead with sorrow.</div>
<div class="line">They have kept her ever since</div>
<div class="line indent2">Deep within the lakes,</div>
<div class="line">On a bed of flag-leaves,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Watching till she wakes.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">By the craggy hill-side,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Through the mosses bare,</div>
<div class="line">They have planted thorn-trees</div>
<div class="line indent2">For pleasure here and there.</div>
<div class="line">Is any man so daring</div>
<div class="line indent2">As dig one up in spite,</div>
<div class="line">He shall find their sharpest thorns</div>
<div class="line indent2">In his bed at night.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Up the airy mountain,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Down the rushy glen,</div>
<div class="line">We daren’t go a-hunting</div>
<div class="line indent2">For fear of little men;</div>
<div class="line">Wee folk, good folk,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Trooping all together,</div>
<div class="line">Green jacket, red cap,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And white owl’s feather!</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">William Allingham.</p>
<hr class="divider" />
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_51" id="Page_51">51</SPAN></span></div>
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="Shakespeares_Fairies" id="Shakespeares_Fairies"></SPAN><span class="smcap">Shakespeare’s Fairies</span></h3>
<p class="noi"><em>Some of them</em>,—</p>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves,</div>
<div class="line">And ye that on the sands with printless foot</div>
<div class="line">Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him</div>
<div class="line">When he comes back; you demi-puppets<SPAN name="FNanchor_2_2" id="FNanchor_2_2"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_2_2" class="fnanchor">[2]</SPAN>, that</div>
<div class="line">By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make</div>
<div class="line">Whereof the ewe not bites, and you whose pastime</div>
<div class="line">Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice</div>
<div class="line">To hear the solemn curfew....</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="noi"><em>They Dance and Play</em>,—</p>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent2">Come unto these yellow sands,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And then take hands:</div>
<div class="line">Courtsied when you have, and kiss’d,—</div>
<div class="line indent2">The wild waves whist<SPAN name="FNanchor_3_3" id="FNanchor_3_3"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_3_3" class="fnanchor">[3]</SPAN>,—</div>
<div class="line">Foot it featly<SPAN name="FNanchor_4_4" id="FNanchor_4_4"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_4_4" class="fnanchor">[4]</SPAN> here and there;</div>
<div class="line indent2">And, sweet sprites, the burthen bear.</div>
<div class="line indent2">Hark, hark!</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_52" id="Page_52">52</SPAN></span>
<div class="line indent14"><em>Bow, wow</em>,</div>
<div class="line indent2">The watch-dogs bark:</div>
<div class="line indent14"><em>Bow, wow</em>,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Hark, hark! I hear</div>
<div class="line">The strain of strutting chanticleer</div>
<div class="line">Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow!</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="noi"><em>Ariel Sings</em>,—</p>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Where the bee sucks, there suck I:</div>
<div class="line indent2">In a cowslip’s bell I lie;</div>
<div class="line">There I couch when owls do cry.</div>
<div class="line">On the bat’s back I do fly</div>
<div class="line">After summer merrily.</div>
<div class="line indent2">Merrily, merrily, shall I live now,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="noi"><em>A Busy One</em></p>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Over hill, over dale,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Thorough bush, thorough brier,</div>
<div class="line">Over park, over pale,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Thorough flood, thorough fire,</div>
<div class="line indent2">I do wander everywhere,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Swifter than the moonè’s sphere;</div>
<div class="line indent2">And I serve the fairy queen,</div>
<div class="line indent2">To dew her orbs<SPAN name="FNanchor_5_5" id="FNanchor_5_5"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_5_5" class="fnanchor">[5]</SPAN> upon the green.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_53" id="Page_53">53</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent2">The cowslips tall her pensioners be;</div>
<div class="line indent2">In their gold coats spots you see;</div>
<div class="line indent2">Those be rubies, fairy favours,</div>
<div class="line indent2">In those freckles live their savours:</div>
<div class="line">I must go seek some dewdrops here,</div>
<div class="line">And hang a pearl in every cowslip’s ear.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="noi"><em>They Sing Their Queen to Sleep</em>,—</p>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent2">You spotted snakes with double tongue,</div>
<div class="line indent4">Thorny hedgehogs, be not seen;</div>
<div class="line indent2">Newts and blind-worms, do no wrong;</div>
<div class="line indent4">Come not near our fairy queen.</div>
<div class="line indent6">Philomel, with melody</div>
<div class="line indent6">Sing in our sweet lullaby;</div>
<div class="line">Lulla, lulla, lullaby; lulla, lulla, lullaby!</div>
<div class="line indent6">Never harm,</div>
<div class="line indent6">Nor spell nor charm,</div>
<div class="line indent4">Come our lovely lady nigh;</div>
<div class="line indent4">So, good night, with lullaby.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent2">Weaving spiders, come not here;</div>
<div class="line indent4">Hence, you long-legg’d spinners, hence!</div>
<div class="line indent2">Beetles black, approach not near;</div>
<div class="line indent4">Worm nor snail, do no offence.</div>
<div class="line indent6">Philomel, with melody,</div>
<div class="line indent6">Sing in our sweet lullaby;</div>
<div class="line">Lulla, lulla, lullaby; lulla, lulla, lullaby!</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_54" id="Page_54">54</SPAN></span>
<div class="line indent6">Never harm,</div>
<div class="line indent6">Nor spell nor charm,</div>
<div class="line indent4">Come our lovely lady nigh;</div>
<div class="line indent4">So, good night, with lullaby.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">Shakespeare.</p>
<div class="footnote">
<p><SPAN name="Footnote_2_2" id="Footnote_2_2"></SPAN><SPAN href="#FNanchor_2_2"><span class="label">[2]</span></SPAN> <em>Demi-puppets</em>: half the size of a doll.</p>
</div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><SPAN name="Footnote_3_3" id="Footnote_3_3"></SPAN><SPAN href="#FNanchor_3_3"><span class="label">[3]</span></SPAN> <em>Whist</em>: silent.</p>
</div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><SPAN name="Footnote_4_4" id="Footnote_4_4"></SPAN><SPAN href="#FNanchor_4_4"><span class="label">[4]</span></SPAN> <em>Featly</em>: neatly, elegantly.</p>
</div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><SPAN name="Footnote_5_5" id="Footnote_5_5"></SPAN><SPAN href="#FNanchor_5_5"><span class="label">[5]</span></SPAN> <em>Orbs</em>: circles, or fairy rings.</p>
</div>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="The_Lavender_Beds" id="The_Lavender_Beds"></SPAN><span class="smcap">The Lavender Beds</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">The garden was pleasant with old-fashioned flowers,</div>
<div class="line">The sunflowers and hollyhocks stood up like towers;</div>
<div class="line">There were dark turncap lilies and jessamine rare,</div>
<div class="line">And sweet thyme and marjoram scented the air.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">The moon made the sun-dial tell the time wrong;</div>
<div class="line">’Twas too late in the year for the nightingale’s song;</div>
<div class="line">The box-trees were clipped, and the alleys were straight,</div>
<div class="line">Till you came to the shrubbery hard by the gate.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">The fairies stepped out of the lavender beds,</div>
<div class="line">With mob-caps, or wigs, on their quaint little heads;</div>
<div class="line">My lord had a sword and my lady a fan;</div>
<div class="line">The music struck up and the dancing began.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_55" id="Page_55">55</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">I watched them go through with a grave minuet;</div>
<div class="line">Wherever they footed the dew was not wet;</div>
<div class="line">They bowed and they curtsied, the brave and the fair;</div>
<div class="line">And laughter like chirping of crickets was there.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Then all on a sudden a church clock struck loud:</div>
<div class="line">A flutter, a shiver, was seen in the crowd,</div>
<div class="line">The cock crew, the wind woke, the trees tossed their heads,</div>
<div class="line">And the fairy folk hid in the lavender beds.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">W. B. Rands.</p>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="Farewell_to_the_Fairies" id="Farewell_to_the_Fairies"></SPAN><span class="smcap">Farewell to the Fairies</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Farewell rewards and fairies,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Good housewives now may say,</div>
<div class="line">For now foul sluts in dairies</div>
<div class="line indent2">Do fare as well as they.</div>
<div class="line">And though they sweep their hearths no less</div>
<div class="line indent2">Than maids were wont to do,</div>
<div class="line">Yet who of late, for cleanliness,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Finds sixpence in her shoe?</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_56" id="Page_56">56</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">At morning and at evening both,</div>
<div class="line indent2">You merry were and glad,</div>
<div class="line">So little care of sleep or sloth</div>
<div class="line indent2">Those pretty ladies had.</div>
<div class="line">When Tom came home from labour,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Or Cis to milking rose,</div>
<div class="line">Then merrily went their tabor,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And nimbly went their toes.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Witness those rings and roundelays</div>
<div class="line indent2">Of theirs, which yet remain,</div>
<div class="line">Were footed in Queen Mary’s days</div>
<div class="line indent2">On many a grassy plain;</div>
<div class="line">But since of late Elizabeth,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And later, James came in,</div>
<div class="line">They never danced on any heath</div>
<div class="line indent2">As when the time hath been.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">By which we note the fairies</div>
<div class="line indent2">Were of the old profession,</div>
<div class="line">Their songs were Ave-Maries,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Their dances were procession:</div>
<div class="line">But now, alas! they all are dead,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Or gone beyond the seas;</div>
<div class="line">Or farther for religion fled,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Or else they take their ease.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_57" id="Page_57">57</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">A tell-tale in their company</div>
<div class="line indent2">They never could endure,</div>
<div class="line">And whoso kept not secretly</div>
<div class="line indent2">Their mirth, was punished sure;</div>
<div class="line">It was a just and Christian deed</div>
<div class="line indent2">To pinch such black and blue:</div>
<div class="line">O how the commonwealth doth need</div>
<div class="line indent2">Such justices as you!</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">Richard Corbet (1582–1635).</p>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="Dirge_on_the_Death_of_Oberon_the_Fairy_King" id="Dirge_on_the_Death_of_Oberon_the_Fairy_King"></SPAN><span class="smcap">Dirge on the Death of Oberon, the Fairy King</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Toll the lilies’ silver bells!</div>
<div class="line indent2">Oberon, the King, is dead!</div>
<div class="line">In her grief the crimson rose</div>
<div class="line indent2">All her velvet leaves has shed.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Toll the lilies’ silver bells!</div>
<div class="line indent2">Oberon is dead and gone!</div>
<div class="line">He who looked an emperor</div>
<div class="line indent2">When his glow-worm crown was on.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Toll the lilies’ silver bells!</div>
<div class="line indent2">Slay the dragonfly, his steed;</div>
<div class="line">Dig his grave within the ring</div>
<div class="line indent2">Of the mushrooms in the mead.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">G. W. Thornbury.</p>
<p>(<em>But he wasn’t dead really. It was all a mistake. So they didn’t slay
the dragonfly after all.</em>)</p>
<hr class="divider" />
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_58" id="Page_58">58</SPAN></span>
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="Kilmeny" id="Kilmeny"></SPAN><span class="smcap">Kilmeny</span></h3></div>
<p class="center">(<em>A Story about one who went there</em>)</p>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Bonny Kilmeny gaed<SPAN name="FNanchor_6_6" id="FNanchor_6_6"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_6_6" class="fnanchor">[6]</SPAN> up the glen;</div>
<div class="line">But it wasna to meet Duneira’s men,</div>
<div class="line">Nor the rosy monk of the isle to see,</div>
<div class="line">For Kilmeny was pure as pure could be.</div>
<div class="line">It was only to hear the yorlin<SPAN name="FNanchor_7_7" id="FNanchor_7_7"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_7_7" class="fnanchor">[7]</SPAN> sing,</div>
<div class="line">And pull the blue cress-flower round the spring;</div>
<div class="line">To pull the hip and the hindberrye<SPAN name="FNanchor_8_8" id="FNanchor_8_8"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_8_8" class="fnanchor">[8]</SPAN>,</div>
<div class="line">And the nut that hung frae the hazel-tree;</div>
<div class="line">For Kilmeny was pure as pure could be.</div>
<div class="line">But lang may her minnie<SPAN name="FNanchor_9_9" id="FNanchor_9_9"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_9_9" class="fnanchor">[9]</SPAN> look o’er the wa’,</div>
<div class="line">And lang may she seek in the greenwood shaw;</div>
<div class="line">Lang the Laird o’ Duneira blame,</div>
<div class="line">And lang, lang greet<SPAN name="FNanchor_10_10" id="FNanchor_10_10"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_10_10" class="fnanchor">[10]</SPAN> e’er Kilmeny come hame!</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">When many a day had come and fled,</div>
<div class="line">When grief grew calm, and hope was dead,</div>
<div class="line">When mass for Kilmeny’s soul had been sung,</div>
<div class="line">When the bedesman had prayed and the dead-bell rung;</div>
<div class="line">Late, late in a gloaming, when all was still,</div>
<div class="line">When the fringe was red on the westlin<SPAN name="FNanchor_11_11" id="FNanchor_11_11"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_11_11" class="fnanchor">[11]</SPAN> hill,</div>
<div class="line">The wood was sere, the moon i’ the wane,</div>
<div class="line">The reek<SPAN name="FNanchor_12_12" id="FNanchor_12_12"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_12_12" class="fnanchor">[12]</SPAN> of the cot hung o’er the plain,</div>
<div class="line">Like a little wee cloud in the world its lane<SPAN name="FNanchor_13_13" id="FNanchor_13_13"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_13_13" class="fnanchor">[13]</SPAN>;</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_59" id="Page_59">59</SPAN></span>
<div class="line">When the ingle<SPAN name="FNanchor_14_14" id="FNanchor_14_14"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_14_14" class="fnanchor">[14]</SPAN> lowed<SPAN name="FNanchor_15_15" id="FNanchor_15_15"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_15_15" class="fnanchor">[15]</SPAN> with an eery gleam,</div>
<div class="line">Late, late in the gloamin’, Kilmeny came hame!</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">“Kilmeny, Kilmeny, where have you been?</div>
<div class="line">Lang hae we sought baith holt and dene;</div>
<div class="line">By linn<SPAN name="FNanchor_16_16" id="FNanchor_16_16"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_16_16" class="fnanchor">[16]</SPAN>, by ford, and green-wood tree,</div>
<div class="line">Yet you are halesome and fair to see.</div>
<div class="line">Where gat you that joup<SPAN name="FNanchor_17_17" id="FNanchor_17_17"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_17_17" class="fnanchor">[17]</SPAN> of the lily sheen?</div>
<div class="line">That bonny snood<SPAN name="FNanchor_18_18" id="FNanchor_18_18"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_18_18" class="fnanchor">[18]</SPAN> of the birk<SPAN name="FNanchor_19_19" id="FNanchor_19_19"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_19_19" class="fnanchor">[19]</SPAN> sae green?</div>
<div class="line">And these roses, the fairest that ever were seen?</div>
<div class="line">Kilmeny, Kilmeny, where have you been?”</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Kilmeny look’d up with a lovely grace,</div>
<div class="line">But nae smile was seen on Kilmeny’s face;</div>
<div class="line">As still was her look, and as still was her ee,</div>
<div class="line">As the stillness that lay on the emerald lea,</div>
<div class="line">Or the mist that sleeps on a waveless sea.</div>
<div class="line">For Kilmeny had been she knew not where,</div>
<div class="line">And Kilmeny had seen what she could not declare.</div>
<div class="line">Kilmeny had been where the cock never crew,</div>
<div class="line">Where the rain never fell, and the wind never blew.</div>
<div class="line">But it seem’d as the harp of the sky had rung,</div>
<div class="line">And the airs of heaven play’d round her tongue,</div>
<div class="line">When she spake of the lovely forms she had seen,</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_60" id="Page_60">60</SPAN></span>
<div class="line">And a land where sin had never been;</div>
<div class="line">A land of love and a land of light,</div>
<div class="line">Withouten sun, or moon, or night;</div>
<div class="line">The land of vision it would seem,</div>
<div class="line">And still an everlasting dream.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<p class="nmt nmb spaced">......</p>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">They lifted Kilmeny, they led her away,</div>
<div class="line">And she walk’d in the light of a sunless day;</div>
<div class="line">The sky was a dome of crystal bright,</div>
<div class="line">The fountain of vision, and fountain of light:</div>
<div class="line">The emerald fields were of dazzling glow,</div>
<div class="line">And the flowers of everlasting blow.</div>
<div class="line">Then deep in the stream her body they laid,</div>
<div class="line">That her youth and beauty might never fade;</div>
<div class="line">And they smiled on heaven, when they saw her lie</div>
<div class="line">In the stream of life that wander’d by.</div>
<div class="line">And she heard a song, she heard it sung,</div>
<div class="line">She kenn’d not where; but so sweetly it rung,</div>
<div class="line">It fell on the ear like a dream of the morn:</div>
<div class="line">“O blest be the day Kilmeny was born!”</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<p class="nmt nmb spaced">......</p>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">To sing of the sights Kilmeny saw,</div>
<div class="line">So far surpassing nature’s law,</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_61" id="Page_61">61</SPAN></span>
<div class="line">The singer’s voice would sink away,</div>
<div class="line">And the string of his harp would cease to play.</div>
<div class="line">But she saw till the sorrows of man were by,</div>
<div class="line">And all was love and harmony;</div>
<div class="line">Till the stars of heaven fell calmly away,</div>
<div class="line">Like the flakes of snow on a winter day.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<p class="nmt nmb spaced">......</p>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">When seven lang years had come and fled,</div>
<div class="line">When grief was calm and hope was dead;</div>
<div class="line">When scarce was remembered Kilmeny’s name,</div>
<div class="line">Late, late in a gloaming Kilmeny came hame!</div>
<div class="line">And O, her beauty was fair to see,</div>
<div class="line">But still and steadfast was her ee!</div>
<div class="line">Her seymar<SPAN name="FNanchor_20_20" id="FNanchor_20_20"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_20_20" class="fnanchor">[20]</SPAN> was the lily flower,</div>
<div class="line">And her cheek the moss-rose in the shower;</div>
<div class="line">And her voice like the distant melody</div>
<div class="line">That floats along the twilight sea.</div>
<div class="line">But she loved to raike<SPAN name="FNanchor_21_21" id="FNanchor_21_21"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_21_21" class="fnanchor">[21]</SPAN> the lanely glen,</div>
<div class="line">And keepit away frae the haunts of men;</div>
<div class="line">Her holy hymns unheard to sing,</div>
<div class="line">To suck the flowers, and drink the spring.</div>
<div class="line">But wherever her peaceful form appear’d,</div>
<div class="line">The wild beasts of the hill were cheer’d;</div>
<div class="line">The wolf play’d blythly round the field,</div>
<div class="line">The lordly bison low’d and kneel’d;</div>
<div class="line">The dun deer woo’d with manner bland,</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_62" id="Page_62">62</SPAN></span>
<div class="line">And cower’d aneath her lily hand.</div>
<div class="line">And all in a peaceful ring were hurl’d;</div>
<div class="line">It was like an eve in a sinless world!</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">When a month and a day had come and gane,</div>
<div class="line">Kilmeny sought the green-wood wene;</div>
<div class="line">There laid her down on the leaves sae green,</div>
<div class="line">And Kilmeny on earth was never mair seen.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">James Hogg.</p>
<div class="footnote">
<p><SPAN name="Footnote_6_6" id="Footnote_6_6"></SPAN><SPAN href="#FNanchor_6_6"><span class="label">[6]</span></SPAN> <em>gaed</em>: went.</p>
</div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><SPAN name="Footnote_7_7" id="Footnote_7_7"></SPAN><SPAN href="#FNanchor_7_7"><span class="label">[7]</span></SPAN> <em>yorlin</em>: yellow-hammer.</p>
</div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><SPAN name="Footnote_8_8" id="Footnote_8_8"></SPAN><SPAN href="#FNanchor_8_8"><span class="label">[8]</span></SPAN> <em>hindberrye</em>: wild raspberry.</p>
</div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><SPAN name="Footnote_9_9" id="Footnote_9_9"></SPAN><SPAN href="#FNanchor_9_9"><span class="label">[9]</span></SPAN> <em>minnie</em>: mother.</p>
</div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><SPAN name="Footnote_10_10" id="Footnote_10_10"></SPAN><SPAN href="#FNanchor_10_10"><span class="label">[10]</span></SPAN> <em>greet</em>: weep.</p>
</div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><SPAN name="Footnote_11_11" id="Footnote_11_11"></SPAN><SPAN href="#FNanchor_11_11"><span class="label">[11]</span></SPAN> <em>westlin</em>: western.</p>
</div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><SPAN name="Footnote_12_12" id="Footnote_12_12"></SPAN><SPAN href="#FNanchor_12_12"><span class="label">[12]</span></SPAN> <em>reek</em>: smoke.</p>
</div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><SPAN name="Footnote_13_13" id="Footnote_13_13"></SPAN><SPAN href="#FNanchor_13_13"><span class="label">[13]</span></SPAN> <em>its lane</em>: alone.</p>
</div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><SPAN name="Footnote_14_14" id="Footnote_14_14"></SPAN><SPAN href="#FNanchor_14_14"><span class="label">[14]</span></SPAN> <em>ingle</em>: fire.</p>
</div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><SPAN name="Footnote_15_15" id="Footnote_15_15"></SPAN><SPAN href="#FNanchor_15_15"><span class="label">[15]</span></SPAN> <em>lowed</em>: flamed.</p>
</div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><SPAN name="Footnote_16_16" id="Footnote_16_16"></SPAN><SPAN href="#FNanchor_16_16"><span class="label">[16]</span></SPAN> <em>linn</em>: waterfall.</p>
</div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><SPAN name="Footnote_17_17" id="Footnote_17_17"></SPAN><SPAN href="#FNanchor_17_17"><span class="label">[17]</span></SPAN> <em>joup</em>: bodice.</p>
</div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><SPAN name="Footnote_18_18" id="Footnote_18_18"></SPAN><SPAN href="#FNanchor_18_18"><span class="label">[18]</span></SPAN> <em>snood</em>: hair-ribbon.</p>
</div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><SPAN name="Footnote_19_19" id="Footnote_19_19"></SPAN><SPAN href="#FNanchor_19_19"><span class="label">[19]</span></SPAN> <em>birk</em>: birch.</p>
</div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><SPAN name="Footnote_20_20" id="Footnote_20_20"></SPAN><SPAN href="#FNanchor_20_20"><span class="label">[20]</span></SPAN> <em>seymar</em>: a light robe.</p>
</div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><SPAN name="Footnote_21_21" id="Footnote_21_21"></SPAN><SPAN href="#FNanchor_21_21"><span class="label">[21]</span></SPAN> <em>raike</em>: wander through.</p>
</div>
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<h2><SPAN name="TWO_SONGS" id="TWO_SONGS"></SPAN>TWO SONGS</h2></div>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="A_Boys_Song" id="A_Boys_Song"></SPAN><span class="smcap">A Boy’s Song</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Where the pools are bright and deep,</div>
<div class="line">Where the grey trout lies asleep,</div>
<div class="line">Up the river and over the lea,</div>
<div class="line">That’s the way for Billy and me.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Where the blackbird sings the latest,</div>
<div class="line">Where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest,</div>
<div class="line">Where the nestlings chirp and flee,</div>
<div class="line">That’s the way for Billy and me.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Where the mowers mow the cleanest,</div>
<div class="line">Where the hay lies thick and greenest,</div>
<div class="line">There to track the homeward bee,</div>
<div class="line">That’s the way for Billy and me.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_63" id="Page_63">63</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Where the hazel bank is steepest,</div>
<div class="line">Where the shadow falls the deepest,</div>
<div class="line">Where the clustering nuts fall free,</div>
<div class="line">That’s the way for Billy and me.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Why the boys should drive away</div>
<div class="line">Little sweet maidens from the play,</div>
<div class="line">Or love to banter and fight so well,</div>
<div class="line">That’s the thing I never could tell.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">But this I know, I love to play</div>
<div class="line">Through the meadow, among the hay;</div>
<div class="line">Up the water and over the lea,</div>
<div class="line">That’s the way for Billy and me.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">James Hogg.</p>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="A_Girls_Song" id="A_Girls_Song"></SPAN><span class="smcap">A Girl’s Song</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">There’s a bower of roses by Bendemeer’s stream,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And the nightingale sings round it all the day long;</div>
<div class="line">In the time of my childhood ’twas like a sweet dream</div>
<div class="line indent2">To sit in the roses and hear the bird’s song.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">That bower and its music I never forget,</div>
<div class="line indent2">But oft when alone in the bloom of the year,</div>
<div class="line">I think—is the nightingale singing there yet?</div>
<div class="line indent2">Are the roses still bright by the calm Bendemeer?</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_64" id="Page_64">64</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">No, the roses soon withered that hung o’er the wave,</div>
<div class="line indent2">But some blossoms were gathered, while freshly they shone,</div>
<div class="line">And a dew was distilled from their flowers, that gave</div>
<div class="line indent2">All the fragrance of summer, when summer was gone.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Thus memory draws from delight, ere it dies,</div>
<div class="line indent2">An essence that breathes of it many a year;</div>
<div class="line">Thus bright to my soul, as ’twas then to my eyes,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Is that bower on the banks of the calm Bendemeer!</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">Thomas Moore.</p>
<hr class="divider" />
<h2><SPAN name="FUR_AND_FEATHER" id="FUR_AND_FEATHER"></SPAN>FUR AND FEATHER</h2></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">“<em>Men are brethren of each other,</em></div>
<div class="line indent2"><em>One in flesh and one in food;</em></div>
<div class="line"><em>And a sort of foster brother</em></div>
<div class="line indent2"><em>Is the litter, or the brood,</em></div>
<div class="line"><em>Of that folk in fur or feather,</em></div>
<div class="line indent4"><em>Who, with men together,</em></div>
<div class="line indent4"><em>Breast the wind and weather.</em>”</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">Christina Rossetti.</p>
<hr class="divider" />
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_65" id="Page_65">65</SPAN></span></div>
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="Three_Things_to_Remember" id="Three_Things_to_Remember"></SPAN><span class="smcap">Three Things to Remember</span></h3>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">A Robin Redbreast in a cage</div>
<div class="line">Puts all Heaven in a rage.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">A skylark wounded on the wing</div>
<div class="line">Doth make a cherub cease to sing.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">He who shall hurt the little wren</div>
<div class="line">Shall never be beloved by men.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">William Blake.</p>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="The_Knight_of_Bethlehem" id="The_Knight_of_Bethlehem"></SPAN><span class="smcap">The Knight of Bethlehem</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">There was a Knight of Bethlehem,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Whose wealth was tears and sorrows;</div>
<div class="line">His men-at-arms were little lambs,</div>
<div class="line indent2">His trumpeters were sparrows.</div>
<div class="line">His castle was a wooden cross,</div>
<div class="line indent2">On which he hung so high;</div>
<div class="line">His helmet was a crown of thorns,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Whose crest did touch the sky.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">H. N. Maugham.</p>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="The_Lamb" id="The_Lamb"></SPAN><span class="smcap">The Lamb</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent2">Little Lamb, who made thee?</div>
<div class="line indent2">Dost thou know who made thee?</div>
<div class="line">Gave thee life, and bade thee feed</div>
<div class="line">By the stream and o’er the mead;</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_66" id="Page_66">66</SPAN></span>
<div class="line">Gave thee clothing of delight,</div>
<div class="line">Softest clothing, woolly, bright;</div>
<div class="line">Gave thee such a tender voice,</div>
<div class="line">Making all the vales rejoice?</div>
<div class="line indent2">Little lamb, who made thee?</div>
<div class="line indent2">Dost thou know who made thee?</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent2">Little lamb, I’ll tell thee;</div>
<div class="line indent2">Little lamb, I’ll tell thee:</div>
<div class="line">He is callèd by thy name,</div>
<div class="line">For He calls Himself a Lamb.</div>
<div class="line">He is meek, and He is mild,</div>
<div class="line">He became a little child.</div>
<div class="line">I a child, and thou a lamb,</div>
<div class="line">We are called by His name.</div>
<div class="line indent2">Little lamb, God bless thee!</div>
<div class="line indent2">Little lamb, God bless thee!</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">William Blake.</p>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="The_Tiger" id="The_Tiger"></SPAN><span class="smcap">The Tiger</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Tiger, Tiger, burning bright</div>
<div class="line">In the forest of the night,</div>
<div class="line">What immortal hand or eye</div>
<div class="line">Framed thy fearful symmetry?</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_67" id="Page_67">67</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">In what distant deeps or skies</div>
<div class="line">Burned that fire within thine eyes?</div>
<div class="line">On what wings dared he aspire?</div>
<div class="line">What the hand dared seize the fire?</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">And what shoulder, and what art,</div>
<div class="line">Could twist the sinews of thy heart?</div>
<div class="line">When thy heart began to beat,</div>
<div class="line">What dread hand formed thy dread feet?</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">What the hammer, what the chain,</div>
<div class="line">Knit thy strength and forged thy brain?</div>
<div class="line">What the anvil? What dread grasp</div>
<div class="line">Dared thy deadly terrors clasp?</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">When the stars threw down their spears,</div>
<div class="line">And water’d heaven with their tears,</div>
<div class="line">Did He smile His work to see?</div>
<div class="line">Did He who made the lamb make thee?</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">William Blake.</p>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="I_had_a_Dove" id="I_had_a_Dove"></SPAN><span class="smcap">I had a Dove</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">I had a dove, and the sweet dove died;</div>
<div class="line indent2">And I have thought it died of grieving;</div>
<div class="line">O, what could it grieve for? Its feet were tied</div>
<div class="line indent2">With a silken thread of my own hands’ weaving.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_68" id="Page_68">68</SPAN></span>
<div class="line">Sweet little red feet! why should you die—</div>
<div class="line">Why would you leave me, sweet bird! why?</div>
<div class="line">You lived alone in the forest tree,</div>
<div class="line">Why, pretty thing! would you not live with me?</div>
<div class="line">I kiss’d you oft and gave you white peas;</div>
<div class="line">Why not live sweetly, as in the green trees?</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">John Keats.</p>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="Robin_Redbreast" id="Robin_Redbreast"></SPAN><span class="smcap">Robin Redbreast</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Good-bye, good-bye to Summer!</div>
<div class="line indent2">For Summer’s nearly done;</div>
<div class="line">The garden smiling faintly,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Cool breezes in the sun;</div>
<div class="line">Our thrushes now are silent,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Our swallows flown away,—</div>
<div class="line">But Robin’s here in coat of brown,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And scarlet breast-knot gay.</div>
<div class="line">Robin, Robin Redbreast,</div>
<div class="line indent2">O Robin dear!</div>
<div class="line">Robin sings so sweetly</div>
<div class="line indent2">In the falling of the year.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Bright yellow, red, and orange,</div>
<div class="line indent2">The leaves come down in hosts;</div>
<div class="line">The trees are Indian princes,</div>
<div class="line indent2">But soon they’ll turn to ghosts;</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_69" id="Page_69">69</SPAN></span>
<div class="line">The leathery pears and apples</div>
<div class="line indent2">Hang russet on the bough;</div>
<div class="line">It’s Autumn, Autumn, Autumn late,</div>
<div class="line indent2">’Twill soon be Winter now.</div>
<div class="line">Robin, Robin Redbreast,</div>
<div class="line indent2">O Robin dear!</div>
<div class="line">And what will this poor Robin do?</div>
<div class="line indent2">For pinching days are near.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">The fireside for the cricket,</div>
<div class="line indent2">The wheatstack for the mouse,</div>
<div class="line">When trembling night-winds whistle</div>
<div class="line indent2">And moan all round the house.</div>
<div class="line">The frosty ways like iron,</div>
<div class="line indent2">The branches plumed with snow,—</div>
<div class="line">Alas! in winter dead and dark,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Where can poor Robin go?</div>
<div class="line">Robin, Robin Redbreast,</div>
<div class="line indent2">O Robin dear!</div>
<div class="line">And a crumb of bread for Robin,</div>
<div class="line indent2">His little heart to cheer.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">William Allingham.</p>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="Black_Bunny" id="Black_Bunny"></SPAN><span class="smcap">Black Bunny</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">It was a black Bunny, with white in its head,</div>
<div class="line">Alive when the children went cosy to bed—</div>
<div class="line">O early next morning that Bunny was dead!</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_70" id="Page_70">70</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">When Bunny’s young master awoke up from sleep,</div>
<div class="line">To look at the creatures young master did creep,</div>
<div class="line">And saw that this black one lay all of a heap.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">“O Bunny, what ails you? What does it import</div>
<div class="line">That you lean on one side, with your breath coming short?</div>
<div class="line">For I never before saw a thing of the sort!”</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">They took him so gently up out of his hutch,</div>
<div class="line">They made him a sick-bed, they loved him so much;</div>
<div class="line">They wrapped him up warm; they said, Poor thing, and such;</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">But all to no purpose. Black Bunny he died,</div>
<div class="line">And rolled over limp on his little black side;</div>
<div class="line">The grown-up spectators looked awkward and sighed.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">While, as for those others in that congregation,</div>
<div class="line">You heard voices lifted in sore lamentation;</div>
<div class="line">But three-year-old Baby desired explanation:</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">At least, so it seemed. Then they buried their dead</div>
<div class="line">In a nice quiet place, with a flag at his head;</div>
<div class="line">“Poor Bunny!”—in large print—was what the flag said.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_71" id="Page_71">71</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Now, as they were shovelling the earth in the hole,</div>
<div class="line">Little Baby burst out, “I <em>don’t</em> like it!”—poor soul!</div>
<div class="line">And bitterly wept. So the dead had his dole.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">That evening, as Babe she was cuddling to bed,</div>
<div class="line">“The Bunny will come back again,” Baby said,</div>
<div class="line">“And be a <em>white</em> bunny, and never be dead!”</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">W. B. Rands.</p>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="The_Cow" id="The_Cow"></SPAN><span class="smcap">The Cow</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Thank you, pretty cow, that made</div>
<div class="line">Pleasant milk to soak my bread,</div>
<div class="line">Every day, and every night,</div>
<div class="line">Warm, and fresh, and sweet, and white.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Do not chew the hemlock rank,</div>
<div class="line">Growing on the weedy bank;</div>
<div class="line">But the yellow cowslips eat,</div>
<div class="line">They will make it very sweet.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Where the purple violet grows,</div>
<div class="line">Where the bubbling water flows,</div>
<div class="line">Where the grass is fresh and fine,</div>
<div class="line">Pretty cow, go there and dine.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">Ann and Jane Taylor.</p>
<hr class="divider" />
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_72" id="Page_72">72</SPAN></span></div>
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="The_Skylark" id="The_Skylark"></SPAN><span class="smcap">The Skylark</span></h3>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent2">Bird of the wilderness,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Blythesome and cumberless<SPAN name="FNanchor_22_22" id="FNanchor_22_22"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_22_22" class="fnanchor">[22]</SPAN>,</div>
<div class="line">Sweet be thy matin o’er moorland and lea!</div>
<div class="line indent2">Emblem of happiness,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Blest is thy dwelling-place—</div>
<div class="line">O to abide in the desert with thee!</div>
<div class="line indent2">Wild is thy lay and loud</div>
<div class="line indent2">Far in the downy cloud,</div>
<div class="line">Love gives it energy, love gave it birth.</div>
<div class="line indent2">Where, on thy dewy wing,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Where art thou journeying?</div>
<div class="line">Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth.</div>
<div class="line indent2">O’er fell and fountain sheen,</div>
<div class="line indent2">O’er moor and mountain green,</div>
<div class="line">O’er the red streamer that heralds the day,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Over the cloudlet dim,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Over the rainbow’s rim,</div>
<div class="line">Musical cherub, soar, singing, away!</div>
<div class="line indent2">Then, when the gloaming comes,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Low in the heather blooms,</div>
<div class="line">Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be!</div>
<div class="line indent2">Emblem of happiness,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Blest is thy dwelling-place—</div>
<div class="line">O to abide in the desert with thee!</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">James Hogg.</p>
<div class="footnote">
<p><SPAN name="Footnote_22_22" id="Footnote_22_22"></SPAN><SPAN href="#FNanchor_22_22"><span class="label">[22]</span></SPAN> <em>cumberless</em>: unencumbered, free from care.</p>
</div>
<hr class="divider" />
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_73" id="Page_73">73</SPAN></span></div>
<h2><SPAN name="CHRISTMAS_POEMS" id="CHRISTMAS_POEMS"></SPAN>CHRISTMAS POEMS</h2>
<p><em>Here one would like to have begun with some of the old-time carols.
But carols, somehow, seem to demand certain accompaniments—snow and
frost, starlight and lantern-light, a mingling of Church bells, and
above all their own simple haunting music. In cold print they do not
appeal to us to the same extent. But the poems that follow are in the
true carol-spirit.</em></p>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="Christmas_Eve" id="Christmas_Eve"></SPAN><span class="smcap">Christmas Eve</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">In holly hedges starving birds</div>
<div class="line indent2">Silently mourn the setting year;</div>
<div class="line">Upright like silver-plated swords</div>
<div class="line indent2">The flags stand in the frozen mere.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">The mistletoe we still adore</div>
<div class="line indent2">Upon the twisted hawthorn grows:</div>
<div class="line">In antique gardens hellebore</div>
<div class="line indent2">Puts forth its blushing Christmas rose.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Shrivell’d and purple, cheek by jowl,</div>
<div class="line indent2">The hips and haws hang drearily;</div>
<div class="line">Roll’d in a ball the sulky owl</div>
<div class="line indent2">Creeps far into his hollow tree.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_74" id="Page_74">74</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">In abbeys and cathedrals dim</div>
<div class="line indent2">The birth of Christ is acted o’er;</div>
<div class="line">The kings of Cologne worship him,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Balthazar, Jasper, Melchior.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">The shepherds in the field at night</div>
<div class="line indent2">Beheld an angel glory-clad,</div>
<div class="line">And shrank away with sore affright.</div>
<div class="line indent2">“Be not afraid,” the angel bade.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">“I bring good news to king and clown,</div>
<div class="line indent2">To you here crouching on the sward;</div>
<div class="line">For there is born in David’s town</div>
<div class="line indent2">A Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">“Behold the babe is swathed, and laid</div>
<div class="line indent2">Within a manger.” Straight there stood</div>
<div class="line">Beside the angel all arrayed</div>
<div class="line indent2">A heavenly multitude.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">“Glory to God,” they sang; “and peace,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Good pleasure among men.”</div>
<div class="line">The wondrous message of release!</div>
<div class="line indent2">Glory to God again!</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Hush! Hark! the waits, far up the street!</div>
<div class="line indent2">A distant, ghostly charm unfolds,</div>
<div class="line">Of magic music wild and sweet,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Anomes and clarigolds.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">John Davidson.</p>
<hr class="divider" />
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_75" id="Page_75">75</SPAN></span>
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="A_Christmas_Carol" id="A_Christmas_Carol"></SPAN><span class="smcap">A Christmas Carol</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">What sweeter music can we bring</div>
<div class="line">Than a carol, for to sing</div>
<div class="line">The birth of this our heavenly King?</div>
<div class="line">Awake the voice! awake the string!</div>
<div class="line">Heart, ear, and eye, and everything!</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Dark and dull night, fly hence away,</div>
<div class="line">And give the honour to this day,</div>
<div class="line">That sees December turned to May.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">If we may ask the reason, say,</div>
<div class="line">The why and wherefore all things here</div>
<div class="line">Seem like the spring-time of the year?</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Why does the chilling winter’s morn</div>
<div class="line">Smile, like a field beset with corn?</div>
<div class="line">Or smell, like to a mead new-shorn,</div>
<div class="line">Thus, on the sudden?</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent18">Come and see</div>
<div class="line">The cause, why things thus fragrant be.</div>
<div class="line">’Tis He is born, whose quickening birth</div>
<div class="line">Gives light and lustre, public mirth,</div>
<div class="line">To heaven, and the under-earth.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">We see Him come, and know Him ours,</div>
<div class="line">Who with His sunshine and His showers</div>
<div class="line">Turns all the patient ground to flowers.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_76" id="Page_76">76</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">The darling of the world is come,</div>
<div class="line">And fit it is we find a room</div>
<div class="line">To welcome Him. The nobler part</div>
<div class="line">Of all the house here, is the heart,</div>
<div class="line">Which we will give Him; and bequeath</div>
<div class="line">This holly, and this ivy wreath,</div>
<div class="line">To do Him honour; who’s our King,</div>
<div class="line">And Lord of all this revelling.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">Robert Herrick.</p>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="A_Childs_Present_to_His_Child-Saviour" id="A_Childs_Present_to_His_Child-Saviour"></SPAN><span class="smcap">A Child’s Present to His Child-Saviour</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Go, pretty child, and bear this flower</div>
<div class="line">Unto thy little Saviour;</div>
<div class="line">And tell Him, by that bud now blown,</div>
<div class="line">He is the Rose of Sharon known;</div>
<div class="line">When thou hast said so, stick it there</div>
<div class="line">Upon his bib, or stomacher;</div>
<div class="line">And tell Him, for good handsel<SPAN name="FNanchor_23_23" id="FNanchor_23_23"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_23_23" class="fnanchor">[23]</SPAN> too,</div>
<div class="line">That thou hast brought a whistle new,</div>
<div class="line">Made of a clean straight oaten reed,</div>
<div class="line">To charm his cries at time of need.</div>
<div class="line">Tell Him, for coral thou hast none;</div>
<div class="line">But if thou hadst, He should have one;</div>
<div class="line">But poor thou art, and known to be</div>
<div class="line">Even as moneyless, as He.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_77" id="Page_77">77</SPAN></span>
<div class="line">Lastly, if thou canst win a kiss</div>
<div class="line">From those mellifluous lips of His,</div>
<div class="line">Then never take a second on,</div>
<div class="line">To spoil the first impression.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">Robert Herrick.</p>
<div class="footnote">
<p><SPAN name="Footnote_23_23" id="Footnote_23_23"></SPAN><SPAN href="#FNanchor_23_23"><span class="label">[23]</span></SPAN> <em>handsel</em>: a gift for good luck.</p>
</div>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="The_Peace-Giver" id="The_Peace-Giver"></SPAN><span class="smcap">The Peace-Giver</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Thou whose birth on earth</div>
<div class="line indent2">Angels sang to men,</div>
<div class="line">While thy stars made mirth,</div>
<div class="line">Saviour, at thy birth.</div>
<div class="line indent2">This day born again;</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">As this night was bright</div>
<div class="line indent2">With thy cradle-ray,</div>
<div class="line">Very light of light,</div>
<div class="line">Turn the wild world’s night</div>
<div class="line indent2">To thy perfect day.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Thou the Word and Lord</div>
<div class="line indent2">In all time and space</div>
<div class="line">Heard, beheld, adored,</div>
<div class="line">With all ages poured</div>
<div class="line indent2">Forth before thy face,</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_78" id="Page_78">78</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Lord, what worth in earth</div>
<div class="line indent2">Drew thee down to die?</div>
<div class="line">What therein was worth,</div>
<div class="line">Lord, thy death and birth?</div>
<div class="line indent2">What beneath thy sky?</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Thou whose face gives grace</div>
<div class="line indent2">As the sun’s doth heat,</div>
<div class="line">Let thy sunbright face</div>
<div class="line">Lighten time and space</div>
<div class="line indent2">Here beneath thy feet.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Bid our peace increase,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Thou that madest morn;</div>
<div class="line">Bid oppression cease;</div>
<div class="line">Bid the night be peace;</div>
<div class="line indent2">Bid the day be born.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">A. C. Swinburne.</p>
<hr class="divider" />
<h2><SPAN name="VARIOUS" id="VARIOUS"></SPAN>VARIOUS</h2></div>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="To_a_Singer" id="To_a_Singer"></SPAN><span class="smcap">To a Singer</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">My soul is an enchanted boat,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Which, like a sleeping swan, doth float</div>
<div class="line">Upon the silver waves of thy sweet singing;</div>
<div class="line indent2">And thine doth like an angel sit</div>
<div class="line indent2">Beside the helm conducting it,</div>
<div class="line">Whilst all the winds with melody are ringing.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_79" id="Page_79">79</SPAN></span>
<div class="line indent2">It seems to float ever, for ever,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Upon that many-winding river,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Between mountains, woods, abysses,</div>
<div class="line indent2">A paradise of wildernesses!</div>
<div class="line">Till, like one in slumber bound,</div>
<div class="line">Borne to the ocean, I float down, around,</div>
<div class="line">Into a sea profound, of ever-spreading sound.</div>
<div class="line indent2">Meanwhile thy spirit lifts its pinions</div>
<div class="line indent2">In music’s most serene dominions;</div>
<div class="line">Catching the winds that fan that happy heaven.</div>
<div class="line indent2">And we sail on, away, afar,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Without a course, without a star,</div>
<div class="line">But by the instinct of sweet music driven;</div>
<div class="line indent2">Till through Elysian garden islets</div>
<div class="line indent2">By thee, most beautiful of pilots,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Where never mortal pinnace glided,</div>
<div class="line indent2">The boat of my desire is guided:</div>
<div class="line">Realms where the air we breathe is love,</div>
<div class="line">Which in the winds on the waves doth move,</div>
<div class="line">Harmonizing this earth with what we feel above.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">P. B. Shelley.</p>
<hr class="divider" />
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_80" id="Page_80">80</SPAN></span></div>
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="The_Happy_Piper" id="The_Happy_Piper"></SPAN><span class="smcap">The Happy Piper</span></h3>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Piping down the valleys wild,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Piping songs of pleasant glee,</div>
<div class="line">On a cloud I saw a child,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And he laughing said to me:</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">“Pipe a song about a Lamb!”</div>
<div class="line indent2">So I piped with merry cheer.</div>
<div class="line">“Piper, pipe that song again”;</div>
<div class="line indent2">So I piped: he wept to hear.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">“Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe;</div>
<div class="line indent2">Sing thy songs of happy cheer!”</div>
<div class="line">So I sang the same again,</div>
<div class="line indent2">While he wept with joy to hear.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">“Piper, sit thee down and write</div>
<div class="line indent2">In a book that all may read.”</div>
<div class="line">So he vanish’d from my sight,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And I pluck’d a hollow reed,</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">And I made a rural pen,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And I stain’d the water clear,</div>
<div class="line">And I wrote my happy songs</div>
<div class="line indent2">Every child may joy to hear.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">William Blake.</p>
<hr class="divider" />
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_81" id="Page_81">81</SPAN></span></div>
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="The_Destruction_of_Sennacherib" id="The_Destruction_of_Sennacherib"></SPAN><span class="smcap">The Destruction of Sennacherib</span></h3>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">The Assyrian came down like a wolf on the fold,</div>
<div class="line">And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold;</div>
<div class="line">And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea,</div>
<div class="line">When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green,</div>
<div class="line">That host with their banners at sunset were seen:</div>
<div class="line">Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown,</div>
<div class="line">That host on the morrow lay wither’d and strown.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,</div>
<div class="line">And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed;</div>
<div class="line">And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill,</div>
<div class="line">And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_82" id="Page_82">82</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide,</div>
<div class="line">But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride:</div>
<div class="line">And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf,</div>
<div class="line">And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">And there lay the rider distorted and pale,</div>
<div class="line">With the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail;</div>
<div class="line">And the tents were all silent, the banners alone,</div>
<div class="line">The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail,</div>
<div class="line">And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal;</div>
<div class="line">And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword,</div>
<div class="line">Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Lord Byron.</span></p>
<hr class="divider" />
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_83" id="Page_83">83</SPAN></span>
<p><em>The next two spirited poems—both hailing from America—are inserted
with a view to their being useful to boys who have a taste for
recitation.</em></p>
</div>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="Sheridans_Ride" id="Sheridans_Ride"></SPAN><span class="smcap">Sheridan’s Ride</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Up from the south at break of day,</div>
<div class="line">Bringing to Winchester fresh dismay,</div>
<div class="line">The affrighted air with a shudder bore,</div>
<div class="line">Like a herald in haste, to the chieftain’s door,</div>
<div class="line">The terrible grumble and rumble and roar,</div>
<div class="line">Telling the battle was on once more—</div>
<div class="line">And Sheridan twenty miles away!</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">And wilder still those billows of war</div>
<div class="line">Thundered along the horizon’s bar;</div>
<div class="line">And louder yet into Winchester rolled</div>
<div class="line">The roar of that red sea uncontrolled,</div>
<div class="line">Making the blood of the listener cold</div>
<div class="line">As he thought of the stake in that fiery fray,</div>
<div class="line">With Sheridan twenty miles away!</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">But there is a road from Winchester town,</div>
<div class="line">A good broad highway leading down;</div>
<div class="line">And there, through the flash of the morning light,</div>
<div class="line">A steed, as black as the steeds of night,</div>
<div class="line">Was seen to pass as with eagle flight.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_84" id="Page_84">84</SPAN></span>
<div class="line">As if he knew the terrible need,</div>
<div class="line">He stretched away with his utmost speed;</div>
<div class="line">Hills rose and fell, but his heart was gay,</div>
<div class="line">With Sheridan fifteen miles away!</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Still sprang from those swift hoofs, thundering south,</div>
<div class="line">The dust, like the smoke from the cannon’s mouth,</div>
<div class="line">Or the trail of a comet sweeping faster and faster,</div>
<div class="line">Foreboding to traitors the doom of disaster;</div>
<div class="line">The heart of the steed and the heart of the master</div>
<div class="line">Were beating like prisoners assaulting their walls,</div>
<div class="line">Impatient to be where the battle-field calls;</div>
<div class="line">Every nerve of the charger was strained to full play,</div>
<div class="line">With Sheridan only ten miles away!</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">The first that the General saw was the groups</div>
<div class="line">Of stragglers, and then—the retreating troops!</div>
<div class="line">What was done—what to do—a glance told him both;</div>
<div class="line">And, striking his spurs, with a terrible oath</div>
<div class="line">He dashed down the line ’mid a storm of huzzahs,</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_85" id="Page_85">85</SPAN></span>
<div class="line">And the wave of retreat checked its course there, because</div>
<div class="line">The sight of the Master compelled it to pause.</div>
<div class="line">With foam and with dust the black charger was grey;</div>
<div class="line">By the flash of his eye and his red nostril’s play</div>
<div class="line">He seemed to the whole great army to say</div>
<div class="line">“I have brought you Sheridan, all the way</div>
<div class="line">From Winchester town to save the day!”</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Hurrah, hurrah, for Sheridan!</div>
<div class="line">Hurrah, hurrah, for horse and man!</div>
<div class="line">And when their statues are placed on high</div>
<div class="line">Under the dome of the Union sky</div>
<div class="line">—The American soldier’s Temple of Fame—</div>
<div class="line">There, with the glorious General’s name,</div>
<div class="line">Be it said in letters both bold and bright,</div>
<div class="line">“Here is the steed that saved the day</div>
<div class="line">By carrying Sheridan into the fight,</div>
<div class="line">From Winchester—twenty miles away!”</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Thomas Buchanan Read.</span></p>
<hr class="divider" />
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_86" id="Page_86">86</SPAN></span>
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="Columbus" id="Columbus"></SPAN><span class="smcap">Columbus</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Behind him lay the gray Azores,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Behind, the Gates of Hercules;</div>
<div class="line">Before him not the ghost of shores;</div>
<div class="line indent2">Before him only shoreless seas.</div>
<div class="line">The good mate said: “Now must we pray,</div>
<div class="line indent2">For lo! the very stars are gone.</div>
<div class="line">Brave Admiral, speak; what shall I say?”</div>
<div class="line indent2">“Why, say ‘Sail on! sail on! and on!’”</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">“My men grow mutinous day by day;</div>
<div class="line indent2">My men grow ghastly, wan and weak.”</div>
<div class="line">The stout mate thought of home; a spray</div>
<div class="line indent2">Of salt wave washed his swarthy cheek.</div>
<div class="line">“What shall I say, brave Admiral, say,</div>
<div class="line indent2">If we sight naught but seas at dawn?”</div>
<div class="line">“Why, you shall say at break of day:</div>
<div class="line indent2">‘Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on!’”</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">They sailed and sailed, as winds might blow,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Until at last the blanched mate said:</div>
<div class="line">“Why, now not even God would know</div>
<div class="line indent2">Should I and all my men fall dead.</div>
<div class="line">These very winds forget their way,</div>
<div class="line indent2">For God from these dread seas is gone.</div>
<div class="line">Now speak, brave Admiral, speak and say—”</div>
<div class="line indent2">He said: “Sail on! sail on! and on!”</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_87" id="Page_87">87</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">They sailed. They sailed. Then spake the mate:</div>
<div class="line indent2">“This mad sea shows his teeth to-night.</div>
<div class="line">He curls his lip, he lies in wait,</div>
<div class="line indent2">He lifts his teeth as if to bite!</div>
<div class="line">Brave Admiral, say but one good word:</div>
<div class="line indent2">What shall we do when hope is gone?”</div>
<div class="line">The words leapt like a leaping sword:</div>
<div class="line indent2">“Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on!”</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Then, pale and worn, he paced his deck,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And peered through darkness. Ah, that night</div>
<div class="line">Of all dark nights! And then a speck—</div>
<div class="line indent2">A light! A light! At last a light!</div>
<div class="line">It grew, a starlit flag unfurled!</div>
<div class="line indent2">It grew to be Time’s burst of dawn.</div>
<div class="line">He gained a world; he gave that world</div>
<div class="line indent2">Its grandest lesson: “On! sail on!”</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">Joaquin Miller.</p>
<hr class="divider" />
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_88" id="Page_88">88</SPAN></span></div>
<p><em>Macaulay’s “Lays of Ancient Rome,” of which this is the first,
deal only with the legends that Rome in her greatness liked to tell
concerning her early beginnings. Unfortunately there is no similar
group of poems treating of Imperial Rome, the centre of a world-empire;
but children must please not think of the Mistress of the World purely
as a little riverside town which could free itself from outside trouble
by chopping down a wooden bridge.</em></p>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="Horatius" id="Horatius"></SPAN><span class="smcap">Horatius</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Lars Porsena of Clusium</div>
<div class="line indent2">By the Nine Gods he swore</div>
<div class="line">That the great house of Tarquin</div>
<div class="line indent2">Should suffer wrong no more.</div>
<div class="line">By the Nine Gods he swore it,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And named a trysting day,</div>
<div class="line">And bade his messengers ride forth</div>
<div class="line">East and west and south and north</div>
<div class="line indent2">To summon his array.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">East and west and south and north</div>
<div class="line indent2">The messengers ride fast,</div>
<div class="line">And tower and town and cottage</div>
<div class="line indent2">Have heard the trumpet’s blast.</div>
<div class="line">Shame on the false Etruscan</div>
<div class="line indent2">Who lingers in his home,</div>
<div class="line">When Porsena of Clusium</div>
<div class="line indent2">Is on the march for Rome.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_89" id="Page_89">89</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">The horsemen and the footmen</div>
<div class="line indent2">Are pouring in amain</div>
<div class="line">From many a stately market-place,</div>
<div class="line indent2">From many a fruitful plain;</div>
<div class="line">From many a lonely hamlet</div>
<div class="line indent2">Which, hid by beech and pine,</div>
<div class="line">Like an eagle’s nest hangs on the crest</div>
<div class="line indent2">Of purple Apennine;</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">From lordly Volaterræ,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Where scowls the far-famed hold</div>
<div class="line">Piled by the hands of giants</div>
<div class="line indent2">For godlike kings of old;</div>
<div class="line">From sea-girt Populonia</div>
<div class="line indent2">Whose sentinels descry</div>
<div class="line">Sardinia’s snowy mountain-tops</div>
<div class="line indent2">Fringing the southern sky;</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">From the proud mart of Pisæ,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Queen of the western waves,</div>
<div class="line">Where ride Massilia’s triremes</div>
<div class="line indent2">Heavy with fair-haired slaves;</div>
<div class="line">From where sweet Clanis wanders</div>
<div class="line indent2">Through corn and vines and flowers;</div>
<div class="line">From where Cortona lifts to heaven</div>
<div class="line indent2">Her diadem of towers.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_90" id="Page_90">90</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Tall are the oaks whose acorns</div>
<div class="line indent2">Drop in dark Auser’s rill;</div>
<div class="line">Fat are the stags that champ the boughs</div>
<div class="line indent2">Of the Ciminian hill;</div>
<div class="line">Beyond all streams Clitumnus</div>
<div class="line indent2">Is to the herdsman dear;</div>
<div class="line">Best of all pools the fowler loves</div>
<div class="line indent2">The great Volsinian mere.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">But now no stroke of woodman</div>
<div class="line indent2">Is heard by Auser’s rill;</div>
<div class="line">No hunter tracks the stag’s green path</div>
<div class="line indent2">Up the Ciminian hill;</div>
<div class="line">Unwatched along Clitumnus</div>
<div class="line indent2">Grazes the milk-white steer;</div>
<div class="line">Unharmed the water-fowl may dip</div>
<div class="line indent2">In the Volsinian mere.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">The harvests of Arretium</div>
<div class="line indent2">This year old men shall reap;</div>
<div class="line">This year young boys in Umbro</div>
<div class="line indent2">Shall plunge the struggling sheep;</div>
<div class="line">And in the vats of Luna</div>
<div class="line indent2">This year the must<SPAN name="FNanchor_24_24" id="FNanchor_24_24"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_24_24" class="fnanchor">[24]</SPAN> shall foam</div>
<div class="line">Round the white feet of laughing girls</div>
<div class="line indent2">Whose sires have marched to Rome.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_91" id="Page_91">91</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">There be thirty chosen prophets,</div>
<div class="line indent2">The wisest of the land,</div>
<div class="line">Who <SPAN name="always" id="always"></SPAN><ins title="Original has alway">always</ins> by Lars Porsena</div>
<div class="line indent2">Both morn and evening stand:</div>
<div class="line">Evening and morn the Thirty</div>
<div class="line indent2">Have turned the verses o’er,</div>
<div class="line">Traced from the right on linen white</div>
<div class="line indent2">By mighty Seers of yore.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">And with one voice the Thirty</div>
<div class="line indent2">Have their glad answer given:</div>
<div class="line">“Go forth, go forth, Lars Porsena;</div>
<div class="line indent2">Go forth, beloved of Heaven;</div>
<div class="line">Go, and return in glory</div>
<div class="line indent2">To Clusium’s royal dome,</div>
<div class="line">And hang round Nurscia’s altars</div>
<div class="line indent2">The golden shields of Rome.”</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">And now hath every city</div>
<div class="line indent2">Sent up her tale of men;</div>
<div class="line">The foot are fourscore thousand,</div>
<div class="line indent2">The horse are thousands ten.</div>
<div class="line">Before the gates of Sutrium</div>
<div class="line indent2">Is met the great array.</div>
<div class="line">A proud man was Lars Porsena</div>
<div class="line indent2">Upon the trysting day!</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_92" id="Page_92">92</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">For all the Etruscan armies</div>
<div class="line indent2">Were ranged beneath his eye,</div>
<div class="line">And many a banished Roman,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And many a stout ally;</div>
<div class="line">And with a mighty following</div>
<div class="line indent2">To join the muster came</div>
<div class="line">The Tusculan Mamilius,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Prince of the Latian name.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">But by the yellow Tiber</div>
<div class="line indent2">Was tumult and affright:</div>
<div class="line">From all the spacious champaign</div>
<div class="line indent2">To Rome men took their flight.</div>
<div class="line">A mile around the city</div>
<div class="line indent2">The throng stopped up the ways;</div>
<div class="line">A fearful sight it was to see,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Through two long nights and days.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">For agèd folk on crutches,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And women great with child,</div>
<div class="line">And mothers sobbing over babes</div>
<div class="line indent2">That clung to them and smiled,</div>
<div class="line">And sick men borne in litters</div>
<div class="line indent2">High on the necks of slaves,</div>
<div class="line">And troops of sun-burned husbandmen</div>
<div class="line indent2">With reaping-hooks and staves,</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_93" id="Page_93">93</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">And droves of mules and asses</div>
<div class="line indent2">Laden with skins of wine,</div>
<div class="line">And endless flocks of goats and sheep,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And endless herds of kine,</div>
<div class="line">And endless trains of waggons</div>
<div class="line indent2">That creaked beneath the weight</div>
<div class="line">Of corn-sacks and of household goods,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Choked every roaring gate.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Now from the rock Tarpeian</div>
<div class="line indent2">Could the wan burghers spy</div>
<div class="line">The line of blazing villages</div>
<div class="line indent2">Red in the midnight sky.</div>
<div class="line">The Fathers of the City,</div>
<div class="line indent2">They sat all night and day,</div>
<div class="line">For every hour some horseman came</div>
<div class="line indent2">With tidings of dismay.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">To eastward and to westward</div>
<div class="line indent2">Have spread the Tuscan bands;</div>
<div class="line">Nor house, nor fence, nor dovecote</div>
<div class="line indent2">In Crustumerium stands.</div>
<div class="line">Verbenna down to Ostia</div>
<div class="line indent2">Hath wasted all the plain;</div>
<div class="line">Astur hath stormed Janiculum,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And the stout guards are slain.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_94" id="Page_94">94</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">I wis, in all the Senate</div>
<div class="line indent2">There was no heart so bold</div>
<div class="line">But sore it ached, and fast it beat,</div>
<div class="line indent2">When that ill news was told.</div>
<div class="line">Forthwith up rose the Consul,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Up rose the Fathers all;</div>
<div class="line">In haste they girded up their gowns,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And hied them to the wall.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">They held a council standing</div>
<div class="line indent2">Before the River-Gate;</div>
<div class="line">Short time was there, ye well may guess,</div>
<div class="line indent2">For musing or debate.</div>
<div class="line">Out spake the Consul roundly:</div>
<div class="line indent2">“The bridge must straight go down;</div>
<div class="line">For, since Janiculum is lost,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Nought else can save the town.”</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Just then a scout came flying,</div>
<div class="line indent2">All wild with haste and fear:</div>
<div class="line">“To arms! to arms! Sir Consul:</div>
<div class="line indent2">Lars Porsena is here.”</div>
<div class="line">On the low hills to westward</div>
<div class="line indent2">The Consul fixed his eye,</div>
<div class="line">And saw the swarthy storm of dust</div>
<div class="line indent2">Rise fast along the sky.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_95" id="Page_95">95</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">And nearer fast and nearer</div>
<div class="line indent2">Doth the red whirlwind come;</div>
<div class="line">And louder still and still more loud</div>
<div class="line">From underneath that rolling cloud</div>
<div class="line">Is heard the trumpet’s war-note proud,</div>
<div class="line indent2">The trampling, and the hum.</div>
<div class="line">And plainly and more plainly</div>
<div class="line indent2">Now through the gloom appears,</div>
<div class="line">Far to left and far to right,</div>
<div class="line">In broken gleams of dark-blue light,</div>
<div class="line">The long array of helmets bright,</div>
<div class="line indent2">The long array of spears.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">And plainly and more plainly</div>
<div class="line indent2">Above that glimmering line</div>
<div class="line">Now might ye see the banners</div>
<div class="line indent2">Of twelve fair cities shine;</div>
<div class="line">But the banner of proud Clusium</div>
<div class="line indent2">Was highest of them all,</div>
<div class="line">The terror of the Umbrian,</div>
<div class="line">The terror of the Gaul.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">And plainly and more plainly</div>
<div class="line indent2">Now might the burghers know,</div>
<div class="line">By port and vest, by horse and crest,</div>
<div class="line">Each warlike Lucumo<SPAN name="FNanchor_25_25" id="FNanchor_25_25"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_25_25" class="fnanchor">[25]</SPAN>.</div>
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<div class="line">There Cilnius of Arretium</div>
<div class="line indent2">On his fleet roan was seen;</div>
<div class="line">And Astur of the fourfold shield,</div>
<div class="line">Girt with the brand none else may wield,</div>
<div class="line">Tolumnius with the belt of gold,</div>
<div class="line">And dark Verbenna from the hold</div>
<div class="line indent2">By reedy Thrasymene.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Fast by the royal standard</div>
<div class="line indent2">O’erlooking all the war,</div>
<div class="line">Lars Porsena of Clusium</div>
<div class="line indent2">Sate in his ivory car.</div>
<div class="line">By the right wheel rode Mamilius,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Prince of the Latian name;</div>
<div class="line">And by the left false Sextus,</div>
<div class="line indent2">That wrought the deed of shame.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">But when the face of Sextus</div>
<div class="line indent2">Was seen among the foes,</div>
<div class="line">A yell that rent the firmament</div>
<div class="line indent2">From all the town arose.</div>
<div class="line">On the house-tops was no woman</div>
<div class="line indent2">But spat towards him, and hissed;</div>
<div class="line">No child but screamed out curses,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And shook its little fist.</div>
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<div class="verse">
<div class="line">But the Consul’s brow was sad,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And the Consul’s speech was low,</div>
<div class="line">And darkly looked he at the wall,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And darkly at the foe.</div>
<div class="line">“Their van will be upon us</div>
<div class="line indent2">Before the bridge goes down;</div>
<div class="line">And if they once may win the bridge,</div>
<div class="line indent2">What hope to save the town?”</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Then out spake brave Horatius,</div>
<div class="line indent2">The Captain of the gate:</div>
<div class="line">“To every man upon this earth</div>
<div class="line indent2">Death cometh soon or late;</div>
<div class="line">And how can man die better</div>
<div class="line indent2">Than facing fearful odds</div>
<div class="line">For the ashes of his fathers</div>
<div class="line indent2">And the temples of his Gods,</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">And for the tender mother</div>
<div class="line indent2">Who dandled him to rest,</div>
<div class="line">And for the wife who nurses</div>
<div class="line indent2">His baby at her breast,</div>
<div class="line">And for the holy maidens</div>
<div class="line indent2">Who feed the eternal flame,</div>
<div class="line">To save them from false Sextus</div>
<div class="line indent2">That wrought the deed of shame?</div>
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<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Hew down the bridge, Sir Consul,</div>
<div class="line indent2">With all the speed ye may;</div>
<div class="line">I, with two more to help me,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Will hold the foe in play.</div>
<div class="line">In yon strait path a thousand</div>
<div class="line indent2">May well be stopped by three:</div>
<div class="line">Now who will stand on either hand,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And keep the bridge with me?”</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Then out spake Spurius Lartius,</div>
<div class="line indent2">A Ramnian proud was he:</div>
<div class="line">“Lo, I will stand at thy right hand,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And keep the bridge with thee.”</div>
<div class="line">And out spake strong Herminius,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Of Titian blood was he:</div>
<div class="line">“I will abide on thy left side,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And keep the bridge with thee.”</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">“Horatius,” quoth the Consul,</div>
<div class="line indent2">“As thou sayest, so let it be.”</div>
<div class="line">And straight against that great array</div>
<div class="line indent2">Forth went the dauntless Three.</div>
<div class="line">For Romans in Rome’s quarrel</div>
<div class="line indent2">Spared neither land nor gold,</div>
<div class="line">Nor son nor wife, nor limb nor life</div>
<div class="line indent2">In the brave days of old.</div>
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<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Then none was for a party;</div>
<div class="line indent2">Then all were for the State;</div>
<div class="line">Then the great man helped the poor,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And the poor man loved the great;</div>
<div class="line">Then lands were fairly portioned;</div>
<div class="line indent2">Then spoils were fairly sold;</div>
<div class="line">The Romans were like brothers</div>
<div class="line indent2">In the brave days of old.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Now Roman is to Roman</div>
<div class="line indent2">More hateful than a foe,</div>
<div class="line">And the Tribunes beard the high,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And the Fathers grind the low.</div>
<div class="line">As we wax hot in faction,</div>
<div class="line indent2">In battle we wax cold:</div>
<div class="line">Wherefore men fight not as they fought</div>
<div class="line indent2">In the brave days of old.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Now while the Three were tightening</div>
<div class="line indent2">Their harness on their backs,</div>
<div class="line">The Consul was the foremost man</div>
<div class="line indent2">To take in hand an axe:</div>
<div class="line">And Fathers mixed with Commons</div>
<div class="line indent2">Seized hatchet, bar, and crow,</div>
<div class="line">And smote upon the planks above,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And loosed the props below.</div>
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<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Meanwhile the Tuscan army,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Right glorious to behold,</div>
<div class="line">Came flashing back the noonday light,</div>
<div class="line">Rank behind rank, like surges bright</div>
<div class="line indent2">Of a broad sea of gold.</div>
<div class="line">Four hundred trumpets sounded</div>
<div class="line indent2">A peal of warlike glee,</div>
<div class="line">As that great host, with measured tread,</div>
<div class="line">And spears advanced, and ensigns spread,</div>
<div class="line">Rolled slowly towards the bridge’s head,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Where stood the dauntless Three.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">The Three stood calm and silent,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And looked upon the foes,</div>
<div class="line">And a great shout of laughter</div>
<div class="line indent2">From all the vanguard rose:</div>
<div class="line">And forth three chiefs came spurring</div>
<div class="line indent2">Before that deep array;</div>
<div class="line">To earth they sprang, their swords they drew,</div>
<div class="line">And lifted high their shields, and flew</div>
<div class="line indent2">To win the narrow way;</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Aunus from green Tifernum,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Lord of the Hill of Vines;</div>
<div class="line">And Seius, whose eight hundred slaves</div>
<div class="line indent2">Sicken in Ilva’s mines;</div>
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<div class="line">And Picus, long to Clusium</div>
<div class="line indent2">Vassal in peace and war,</div>
<div class="line">Who led to fight his Umbrian powers</div>
<div class="line">From that grey crag where, girt with towers,</div>
<div class="line">The fortress of Nequinum lowers</div>
<div class="line indent2">O’er the pale waves of Nar.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Stout Lartius hurled down Aunus</div>
<div class="line indent2">Into the stream beneath:</div>
<div class="line">Herminius struck at Seius,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And clove him to the teeth:</div>
<div class="line">At Picus brave Horatius</div>
<div class="line indent2">Darted one fiery thrust,</div>
<div class="line">And the proud Umbrian’s gilded arms</div>
<div class="line indent2">Clashed in the bloody dust.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Then Ocnus of Falerii</div>
<div class="line indent2">Rushed on the Roman Three;</div>
<div class="line">And Lausulus of Urgo,</div>
<div class="line indent2">The rover of the sea;</div>
<div class="line">And Aruns of Volsinium,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Who slew the great wild boar,</div>
<div class="line">The great wild boar that had his den</div>
<div class="line">Amidst the reeds of Cosa’s fen,</div>
<div class="line">And wasted fields, and slaughtered men,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Along Albinia’s shore.</div>
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<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Herminius smote down Aruns:</div>
<div class="line indent2">Lartius laid Ocnus low:</div>
<div class="line">Right to the heart of Lausulus</div>
<div class="line indent2">Horatius sent a blow.</div>
<div class="line">“Lie there,” he cried, “fell pirate!</div>
<div class="line indent2">No more, aghast and pale,</div>
<div class="line">From Ostia’s walls the crowd shall mark</div>
<div class="line">The track of thy destroying bark.</div>
<div class="line">No more Campania’s hinds shall fly</div>
<div class="line">To woods and caverns when they spy</div>
<div class="line indent2">Thy thrice-accursed sail.”</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">But now no sound of laughter</div>
<div class="line indent2">Was heard amongst the foes.</div>
<div class="line">A wild and wrathful clamour</div>
<div class="line indent2">From all the vanguard rose.</div>
<div class="line">Six spears’ lengths from the entrance</div>
<div class="line indent2">Halted that deep array,</div>
<div class="line">And for a space no man came forth</div>
<div class="line indent2">To win the narrow way.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">But hark! the cry is “Astur!”</div>
<div class="line indent2">And lo! the ranks divide;</div>
<div class="line">And the great Lord of Luna</div>
<div class="line indent2">Comes with his stately stride.</div>
<div class="line">Upon his ample shoulders</div>
<div class="line indent2">Clangs loud the fourfold shield,</div>
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<div class="line">And in his hand he shakes the brand</div>
<div class="line indent2">Which none but he can wield.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">He smiled on those bold Romans</div>
<div class="line indent2">A smile serene and high;</div>
<div class="line">He eyed the flinching Tuscans,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And scorn was in his eye.</div>
<div class="line">Quoth he, “The she-wolf’s litter</div>
<div class="line indent2">Stand savagely at bay:</div>
<div class="line">But will ye dare to follow,</div>
<div class="line indent2">If Astur clears the way?”</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Then, whirling up his broadsword</div>
<div class="line indent2">With both hands to the height,</div>
<div class="line">He rushed against Horatius,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And smote with all his might.</div>
<div class="line">With shield and blade Horatius</div>
<div class="line indent2">Right deftly turned the blow:</div>
<div class="line">The blow, though turned, came yet too nigh;</div>
<div class="line">It missed his helm, but gashed his thigh:</div>
<div class="line">The Tuscans raised a joyful cry</div>
<div class="line indent2">To see the red blood flow.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">He reeled, and on Herminius</div>
<div class="line indent2">He leaned one breathing-space;</div>
<div class="line">Then, like a wild cat mad with wounds,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Sprang right at Astur’s face.</div>
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<div class="line">Through teeth, and skull, and helmet,</div>
<div class="line indent2">So fierce a thrust he <SPAN name="sped" id="sped"></SPAN><ins title="Original doesn't have comma">sped,</ins></div>
<div class="line">The good sword stood a handbreadth out</div>
<div class="line indent2">Behind the Tuscan’s head.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">And the great Lord of Luna</div>
<div class="line indent2">Fell at that deadly stroke,</div>
<div class="line">As falls on Mount Alvernus</div>
<div class="line indent2">A thunder-smitten oak:</div>
<div class="line">Far o’er the crashing forest</div>
<div class="line indent2">The giant arms lie spread;</div>
<div class="line">And the pale augurs, muttering low,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Gaze on the blasted head.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">On Astur’s throat Horatius</div>
<div class="line indent2">Right firmly pressed his heel,</div>
<div class="line">And thrice and four times tugged amain,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Ere he wrenched out the steel.</div>
<div class="line">“And see,” he cried, “the welcome,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Fair guests, that waits you here!</div>
<div class="line">What noble Lucumo comes next</div>
<div class="line indent2">To taste our Roman cheer?”</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">But at his haughty challenge</div>
<div class="line indent2">A sullen murmur ran,</div>
<div class="line">Mingled of wrath and shame and dread,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Along that glittering van.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_105" id="Page_105">105</SPAN></span>
<div class="line">There lacked not men of prowess,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Nor men of lordly race;</div>
<div class="line">For all Etruria’s noblest</div>
<div class="line indent2">Were round the fatal place.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">But all Etruria’s noblest</div>
<div class="line indent2">Felt their hearts sink to see</div>
<div class="line">On the earth the bloody corpses,</div>
<div class="line indent2">In the path the dauntless Three:</div>
<div class="line">And, from the ghastly entrance</div>
<div class="line indent2">Where those bold Romans stood,</div>
<div class="line">All shrank, like boys who unaware,</div>
<div class="line">Ranging the woods to start a hare,</div>
<div class="line">Come to the mouth of the dark lair</div>
<div class="line">Where, growling low, a fierce old bear</div>
<div class="line indent2">Lies amidst bones and blood.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Was none who would be foremost</div>
<div class="line indent2">To lead such dire attack;</div>
<div class="line">But those behind cried “Forward!”</div>
<div class="line indent2">And those before cried “Back!”</div>
<div class="line">And backward now and forward</div>
<div class="line indent2">Wavers the deep array;</div>
<div class="line">And on the tossing sea of steel,</div>
<div class="line">To and fro the standards reel;</div>
<div class="line">And the victorious trumpet-peal</div>
<div class="line indent2">Dies fitfully away.</div>
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<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Yet one man for one moment</div>
<div class="line indent2">Strode out before the crowd;</div>
<div class="line">Well known was he to all the Three,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And they gave him greeting loud.</div>
<div class="line">“Now welcome, welcome, Sextus!</div>
<div class="line indent2">Now welcome to thy home!</div>
<div class="line">Why dost thou stay, and turn away?</div>
<div class="line indent2">Here lies the road to Rome.”</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Thrice looked he at the city;</div>
<div class="line indent2">Thrice looked he at the dead;</div>
<div class="line">And thrice came on in fury,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And thrice turned back in dread:</div>
<div class="line">And, white with fear and hatred,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Scowled at the narrow way</div>
<div class="line">Where, wallowing in a pool of blood,</div>
<div class="line indent2">The bravest Tuscans lay.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">But meanwhile axe and lever</div>
<div class="line indent2">Have manfully been plied;</div>
<div class="line">And now the bridge hangs tottering</div>
<div class="line indent2">Above the boiling tide.</div>
<div class="line">“Come back, come back, Horatius!”</div>
<div class="line indent2">Loud cried the Fathers all.</div>
<div class="line">“Back, Lartius! back, Herminius!</div>
<div class="line indent2">Back, ere the ruin fall!”</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_107" id="Page_107">107</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Back darted Spurius Lartius;</div>
<div class="line indent2">Herminius darted back:</div>
<div class="line">And, as they passed, beneath their feet</div>
<div class="line indent2">They felt the timbers crack.</div>
<div class="line">But, when they turned their faces,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And on the farther shore</div>
<div class="line">Saw brave Horatius stand alone,</div>
<div class="line indent2">They would have crossed once more.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">But with a crash like thunder</div>
<div class="line indent2">Fell every loosened beam,</div>
<div class="line">And, like a dam the mighty wreck</div>
<div class="line indent2">Lay right athwart the stream:</div>
<div class="line">And a long shout of triumph</div>
<div class="line indent2">Rose from the walls of Rome,</div>
<div class="line">As to the highest turret-tops</div>
<div class="line indent2">Was splashed the yellow foam.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">And, like a horse unbroken</div>
<div class="line indent2">When first he feels the rein,</div>
<div class="line">The furious river struggled hard,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And tossed his tawny mane;</div>
<div class="line">And burst the curb, and bounded,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Rejoicing to be free;</div>
<div class="line">And whirling down, in fierce career,</div>
<div class="line">Battlement, and plank, and pier,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Rushed headlong to the sea.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_108" id="Page_108">108</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Alone stood brave Horatius,</div>
<div class="line indent2">But constant still in mind;</div>
<div class="line">Thrice thirty thousand foes before,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And the broad flood behind.</div>
<div class="line">“Down with him!” cried false Sextus,</div>
<div class="line indent2">With a smile on his pale face.</div>
<div class="line">“Now yield thee,” cried Lars Porsena,</div>
<div class="line indent2">“Now yield thee to our grace.”</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Round turned he, as not deigning</div>
<div class="line indent2">Those craven ranks to see;</div>
<div class="line">Nought spake he to Lars Porsena,</div>
<div class="line indent2">To Sextus nought spake he;</div>
<div class="line">But he saw on Palatinus</div>
<div class="line indent2">The white porch of his home;</div>
<div class="line">And he spake to the noble river</div>
<div class="line indent2">That rolls by the towers of Rome.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">“O Tiber! father Tiber!</div>
<div class="line indent2">To whom the Romans pray,</div>
<div class="line">A Roman’s life, a Roman’s arms</div>
<div class="line indent2">Take thou in charge this day!”</div>
<div class="line">So he spake, and speaking sheathèd</div>
<div class="line indent2">The good sword by his side,</div>
<div class="line">And with his harness on his back</div>
<div class="line indent2">Plunged headlong in the tide.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_109" id="Page_109">109</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">No sound of joy or sorrow</div>
<div class="line indent2">Was heard from either bank;</div>
<div class="line">But friends and foes in dumb surprise,</div>
<div class="line">With parted lips and straining eyes,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Stood gazing where he sank;</div>
<div class="line">And when above the surges</div>
<div class="line indent2">They saw his crest appear,</div>
<div class="line">All Rome sent forth a rapturous cry,</div>
<div class="line">And even the ranks of Tuscany</div>
<div class="line indent2">Could scarce forbear to cheer.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">But fiercely ran the current,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Swollen high by months of rain:</div>
<div class="line">And fast his blood was flowing;</div>
<div class="line indent2">And he was sore in pain,</div>
<div class="line">And heavy with his armour,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And spent with changing blows:</div>
<div class="line">And oft they thought him sinking,</div>
<div class="line indent2">But still again he rose.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Never, I ween, did swimmer,</div>
<div class="line indent2">In such an evil case,</div>
<div class="line">Struggle through such a raging flood</div>
<div class="line indent2">Safe to the landing-place:</div>
<div class="line">But his limbs were borne up bravely</div>
<div class="line indent2">By the brave heart within,</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_110" id="Page_110">110</SPAN></span>
<div class="line">And our good father Tiber</div>
<div class="line indent2">Bare bravely up his chin.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">“Curse on him!” quoth false Sextus;</div>
<div class="line indent2">“Will not the villain drown?</div>
<div class="line">But for this stay ere close of day</div>
<div class="line indent2">We should have sacked the town!”</div>
<div class="line">“Heaven help him!” quoth Lars Porsena,</div>
<div class="line indent2">“And bring him safe to shore;</div>
<div class="line">For such a gallant feat of arms</div>
<div class="line indent2">Was never seen before.”</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">And now he feels the bottom;</div>
<div class="line indent2">Now on dry earth he stands;</div>
<div class="line">Now round him throng the Fathers</div>
<div class="line indent2">To press his gory hands;</div>
<div class="line">And now with shouts and clapping,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And noise of weeping loud,</div>
<div class="line">He enters through the River-Gate,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Borne by the joyous crowd.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">They gave him of the corn-land,</div>
<div class="line indent2">That was of public right,</div>
<div class="line">As much as two strong oxen</div>
<div class="line indent2">Could plough from morn till night;</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_111" id="Page_111">111</SPAN></span>
<div class="line">And they made a molten image,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And set it up on high,</div>
<div class="line">And there it stands unto this day</div>
<div class="line indent2">To witness if I lie.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">It stands in the Comitium</div>
<div class="line indent2">Plain for all folk to see;</div>
<div class="line">Horatius in his harness,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Halting upon one knee:</div>
<div class="line">And underneath is written,</div>
<div class="line indent2">In letters all of gold,</div>
<div class="line">How valiantly he kept the bridge</div>
<div class="line indent2">In the brave days of old.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">And still his name sounds stirring</div>
<div class="line indent2">Unto the men of Rome,</div>
<div class="line">As the trumpet-blast that cries to them</div>
<div class="line indent2">To charge the Volscian home;</div>
<div class="line">And wives still pray to Juno</div>
<div class="line indent2">For boys with hearts as bold</div>
<div class="line">As his who kept the bridge so well</div>
<div class="line indent2">In the brave days of old.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">And in the nights of winter,</div>
<div class="line indent2">When the cold north winds blow,</div>
<div class="line">And the long howling of the wolves</div>
<div class="line indent2">Is heard amidst the snow;</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_112" id="Page_112">112</SPAN></span>
<div class="line">When round the lonely cottage</div>
<div class="line indent2">Roars loud the tempest’s din,</div>
<div class="line">And the good logs of Algidus</div>
<div class="line indent2">Roar louder yet within;</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">When the oldest cask is opened,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And the largest lamp is lit;</div>
<div class="line">When the chestnuts glow in the embers,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And the kid turns on the spit;</div>
<div class="line">When young and old in circle</div>
<div class="line indent2">Around the firebrands close;</div>
<div class="line">When the girls are weaving baskets,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And the lads are shaping bows;</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">When the goodman mends his armour</div>
<div class="line indent2">And trims his helmet’s plume;</div>
<div class="line">When the goodwife’s shuttle merrily</div>
<div class="line indent2">Goes flashing through the loom;</div>
<div class="line">With weeping and with laughter</div>
<div class="line indent2">Still is the story told,</div>
<div class="line">How well Horatius kept the bridge</div>
<div class="line indent2">In the brave days of old.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">Lord Macaulay.</p>
<div class="footnote">
<p><SPAN name="Footnote_24_24" id="Footnote_24_24"></SPAN><SPAN href="#FNanchor_24_24"><span class="label">[24]</span></SPAN> <em>must</em>: grape-juice.</p>
</div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><SPAN name="Footnote_25_25" id="Footnote_25_25"></SPAN><SPAN href="#FNanchor_25_25"><span class="label">[25]</span></SPAN> <em>Lucumo</em>: Etruscan nobleman.</p>
</div>
<hr class="divider" />
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_113" id="Page_113">113</SPAN></span></div>
<h2><SPAN name="INDEX_OF_AUTHORS" id="INDEX_OF_AUTHORS"></SPAN>INDEX OF AUTHORS</h2>
<table summary="Index of Authors">
<tr>
<td> </td>
<td class="tdr"><small>PAGE</small></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Allingham, William</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_34">34</SPAN>, <SPAN href="#Page_48">48</SPAN>, <SPAN href="#Page_68">68</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Anonymous</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_1">1</SPAN>–<SPAN href="#Page_8">8</SPAN>, <SPAN href="#Page_11">11</SPAN>, <SPAN href="#Page_13">13</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Blake, William</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_45">45</SPAN>, <SPAN href="#Page_65">65</SPAN>, <SPAN href="#Page_66">66</SPAN>, <SPAN href="#Page_80">80</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Byron, Lord</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_81">81</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Coleridge, Samuel Taylor</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_25">25</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Coleridge, Sara</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_17">17</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Corbet, Richard</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_55">55</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Davidson, John</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_28">28</SPAN>, <SPAN href="#Page_73">73</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Dobell, Sydney</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_26">26</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Field, Eugene</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_36">36</SPAN>, <SPAN href="#Page_42">42</SPAN>, <SPAN href="#Page_47">47</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Follen, Eliza Lee</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_8">8</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Gale, Norman</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_29">29</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Herrick, Robert</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_15">15</SPAN>, <SPAN href="#Page_22">22</SPAN>, <SPAN href="#Page_75">75</SPAN>, <SPAN href="#Page_76">76</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Hogg, James</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_58">58</SPAN>, <SPAN href="#Page_62">62</SPAN>, <SPAN href="#Page_72">72</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Howitt, Mary</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_24">24</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Howitt, William</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_19">19</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Keats, John</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_67">67</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Lowell, Amy</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_12">12</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Macaulay, Lord</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_88">88</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Maugham, H. N.</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_65">65</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Miller, Joaquin</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_86">86</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl"><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_114" id="Page_114">114</SPAN></span>
Moore, Thomas</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_63">63</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Prentiss, Mrs E.</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_10">10</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Ramal, Walter</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_35">35</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Rands, William Brighty</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_12">12</SPAN>, <SPAN href="#Page_44">44</SPAN>, <SPAN href="#Page_54">54</SPAN>, <SPAN href="#Page_69">69</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Read, Thomas Buchanan</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_83">83</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Robertson, W. Graham</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_22">22</SPAN>, <SPAN href="#Page_39">39</SPAN>, <SPAN href="#Page_41">41</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Rogers, Samuel</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_33">33</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Roscoe, William</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_30">30</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Scott, Sir Walter</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_46">46</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Shakespeare, William</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_15">15</SPAN>, <SPAN href="#Page_28">28</SPAN>, <SPAN href="#Page_51">51</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Shelley, Percy Bysshe</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_78">78</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Stevenson, Robert Louis</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_38">38</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Swinburne, Algernon Charles</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_77">77</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Taylor, Ann and Jane</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_9">9</SPAN>, <SPAN href="#Page_14">14</SPAN>, <SPAN href="#Page_71">71</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Tennyson, Lord</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_45">45</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Thornbury, G. W.</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_57">57</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Wordsworth, William</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_16">16</SPAN>, <SPAN href="#Page_24">24</SPAN></td>
</tr>
</table>
<hr class="divider" />
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_115" id="Page_115">115</SPAN></span></div>
<h2><SPAN name="INDEX_OF_FIRST_LINES" id="INDEX_OF_FIRST_LINES"></SPAN>INDEX OF FIRST LINES</h2>
<table summary="Index of First Lines">
<tr>
<td> </td>
<td class="tdr"><small>PAGE</small></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">A Robin Redbreast in a cage</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_65">65</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">At early dawn through London you must go</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_28">28</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">At evening when the lamp is lit</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_38">38</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Awake, awake, my little boy</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_45">45</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Behind him lay the gray Azores</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_86">86</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Bird of the wilderness</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_72">72</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Blow, wind, blow! and go, mill, go!</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_6">6</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Bonny Kilmeny gaed up the glen</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_58">58</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Build me a castle of sand</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_39">39</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">“Bunches of grapes,” says Timothy</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_35">35</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Buttercups and daisies</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_24">24</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Cold and raw</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_7">7</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Come, take up your hats, and away let us haste</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_30">30</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Come unto these yellow sands</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_51">51</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Curly Locks! Curly Locks!</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_3">3</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Daffodils</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_15">15</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Do you know what the birds say? The sparrow, the dove</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_25">25</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Draw a pail of water</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_4">4</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Drummer-boy, drummer-boy, where is your drum</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_44">44</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Fair daffodils, we weep to see</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_15">15</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Farewell rewards and fairies</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_55">55</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">First, April, she with mellow showers</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_22">22</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">First came the primrose</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_26">26</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Go, pretty child, and bear this flower</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_76">76</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Good-bye, good-bye to Summer</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_68">68</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Here in the country’s heart</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_29">29</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl"><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_116" id="Page_116">116</SPAN></span>
Here’s another day, dear</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_22">22</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Hush a while, my darling, for the long day closes</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_41">41</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">I am the Cat of Cats. I am</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_12">12</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">I had a dove, and the sweet dove died</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_67">67</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">I had a little nut-tree</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_5">5</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">I have a little sister, they call her Peep, Peep</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_7">7</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">I like little Pussy, her coat is so warm</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_11">11</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">I saw a ship a-sailing</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_4">4</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">I wander’d lonely as a cloud</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_16">16</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">In holly hedges starving birds</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_73">73</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">In marble walls as white as milk</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_8">8</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">It was a black Bunny, with white in its head</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_69">69</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">January brings the snow</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_17">17</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Jenny Wren fell sick</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_2">2</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Lars Porsena of Clusium</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_88">88</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Little baby, lay your head</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_14">14</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Little Lamb, who made thee?</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_65">65</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Matthew, Mark, Luke and John</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_2">2</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Merry are the bells, and merry would they ring</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_1">1</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Mine be a cot beside the hill</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_33">33</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">My maid Mary she minds the dairy</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_5">5</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">My soul is an enchanted boat</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_78">78</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">O hush thee, my baby, thy sire was a knight</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_46">46</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">O look at the moon</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_8">8</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">O Mother-my-Love, if you’ll give me your hand</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_47">47</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Once on a time an old red hen</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_36">36</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Once there was a little kitty</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_10">10</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Over hill, over dale</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_52">52</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Piping down the valleys wild</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_80">80</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Pussy-cat Mew jumped over a coal</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_3">3</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl"><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_117" id="Page_117">117</SPAN></span>
Ring-ting! I wish I were a Primrose</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_34">34</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Sea shell, Sea shell</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_12">12</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Sleep, baby, sleep</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_13">13</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Sweet and low, sweet and low</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_45">45</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Thank you, pretty cow, that made</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_71">71</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">The Assyrian came down like a wolf on the fold</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_81">81</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">The cock is crowing</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_24">24</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">The cock’s on the housetop</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_6">6</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">The cuckoo’s a bonny bird</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_13">13</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">The garden was pleasant with old-fashioned flowers</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_54">54</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">The north wind doth blow</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_7">7</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">The wind one morning sprang up from sleep</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_19">19</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">There’s a bower of roses by Bendemeer’s stream</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_63">63</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">There was a Knight of Bethlehem</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_65">65</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Thou whose birth on earth</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_77">77</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Tiger, Tiger, burning bright</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_66">66</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Toll the lilies’ silver bells</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_57">57</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Twinkle, twinkle, little star</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_9">9</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Under the greenwood tree</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_28">28</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Up from the south at break of day</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_83">83</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Up the airy mountain</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_48">48</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">We’ve plough’d our land, we’ve sown our seed</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_13">13</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">What sweeter music can we bring</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_75">75</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">When the wind is in the East</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_6">6</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Where the bee sucks there suck I</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_52">52</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Where the pools are bright and deep</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_62">62</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_42">42</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_51">51</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">You spotted snakes with double tongue</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_53">53</SPAN></td>
</tr>
</table>
<hr class="divider" />
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_118" id="Page_118">118</SPAN></span></div>
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<h1>The Cambridge Book<br/> <span>of</span><br/> Poetry for Children</h1>
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<p class="center p180"><strong>The Cambridge Book<br/>
<span class="p80">of</span><br/>
Poetry for Children</strong></p>
<p class="center mt3">Edited by<br/>
<span class="p140">KENNETH GRAHAME</span></p>
<p class="center">Author of <em>The Golden Age</em>, <em>Dream Days</em>, <em>The Wind
in the Willows</em>, <em>etc.</em></p>
<p class="center mt3">PART II</p>
<p class="center p120 mt3">Cambridge:<br/>
at the University Press<br/>
1916</p>
<hr class="divider" /></div>
<h2><SPAN name="NOTE2" id="NOTE2"></SPAN>NOTE</h2>
<p>The Editor has to express his thanks for permission to use copyright
matter to the Editor of <em>A Sailor’s Garland</em> and its publishers, Messrs
Methuen, to Mr Elkin Mathews for the poem by Richard Hovey, to Messrs
G. Routledge & Sons for a poem by Joaquin Miller.</p>
<hr class="divider" /></div>
<h2><SPAN name="contents2" id="contents2"></SPAN>CONTENTS</h2>
<table summary="Contents Part II">
<tr>
<td> </td>
<td> </td>
<td class="tdr"><small>PAGE</small></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdc" colspan="3">NATURE, COUNTRY AND THE OPEN AIR</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">To Meadows</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>R. Herrick</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#To_Meadows">1</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">The Brook</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>A. Tennyson</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#The_Brook">2</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Recollections of Early Childhood</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>W. Wordsworth</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Recollections_of_Early_Childhood">4</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">To Autumn</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>J. Keats</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#To_Autumn">7</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Ode to the West Wind</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>P. B. Shelley</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Ode_to_the_West_Wind">9</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">To a Skylark</td>
<td class="tdc2">”</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#To_a_Skylark">13</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">The Moon-Goddess</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>Ben Jonson</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#The_Moon-Goddess">18</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Home-Thoughts from Abroad</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>R. Browning</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Home-Thoughts_from_Abroad">19</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Home-Thoughts from the Sea</td>
<td class="tdc">”</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Home-Thoughts_from_the_Sea">20</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdc pt1" colspan="3">GREEN SEAS AND SAILOR MEN</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td colspan="3"><p class="division">1. <em>The Call of the Sea</em></p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Ye Mariners of England</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>T. Campbell</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Ye_Mariners_of_England">21</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">The Secret of the Sea</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>H. W. Longfellow</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#The_Secret_of_the_Sea">22</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">A Dutch Picture</td>
<td class="tdc2">”</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#A_Dutch_Picture">24</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Sea Memories</td>
<td class="tdc2">”</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Sea_Memories">26</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">The Sea Gypsy</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>Richard Hovey</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#The_Sea_Gypsy">27</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">The Greenwich Pensioner</td>
<td> </td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#The_Greenwich_Pensioner">28</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">The Press-Gang</td>
<td class="tdl"></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#The_Press-gang">30</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">A Sea Dirge</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>W. Shakespeare</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#A_Sea_Dirge">30</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td colspan="3">
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_ccvi" id="Page_ccvi">ccvi</SPAN></span><p class="division">2. <em>Its Lawless Joys</em></p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">The Old Buccaneer</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>C. Kingsley</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#The_Old_Buccaneer">31</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">The Salcombe Seaman’s Flaunt to the Proud Pirate</td>
<td> </td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#The_Salcombe_Seamans_Flaunt_to_the_Proud_Pirate">34</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">The Smuggler</td>
<td> </td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#The_Smuggler">36</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdc pt1" colspan="3">ARMS AND THE MAN</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">The Maid</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>Theodore Roberts</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#The_Maid">37</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">The Eve of Waterloo</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>Lord Byron</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#The_Eve_of_Waterloo">39</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">The Glory that was Greece</td>
<td class="tdc2">”</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#The_Glory_that_was_Greece">43</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Battle Hymn of the American Republic</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>Julia Ward Howe</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Battle_Hymn_of_the_American_Republic">47</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">To Lucasta, on going to the Wars</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>Richard Lovelace</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#To_Lucasta_on_going_to_the_Wars">48</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">The Black Prince</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>Sir Walter Scott</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#The_Black_Prince">49</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">The Burial of Sir John Moore</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>Charles Wolfe</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#The_Burial_of_Sir_John_Moore">50</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">How Sleep the Brave</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>William Collins</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#How_Sleep_the_Brave">52</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Soldier, Rest!</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>Sir Walter Scott</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Soldier_Rest">53</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdc pt1" colspan="3">THE OTHER SIDE OF IT</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">1. The Patriot</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>Robert Browning</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#The_Patriot">54</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">2. For those who fail</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>Joaquin Miller</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#For_those_who_fail">56</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">3. Keeping On</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>A. H. Clough</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Keeping_On">57</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdc pt1" colspan="3">STORY-POEMS</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">The Lady of Shalott</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>Alfred Tennyson</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#The_Lady_of_Shalott">58</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">The Forsaken Merman</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>Matthew Arnold</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#The_Forsaken_Merman">65</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">The Legend Beautiful</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>H. W. Longfellow</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#The_Legend_Beautiful">72</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Abou Ben Adhem</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>Leigh Hunt</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Abou_Ben_Adhem">77</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_ccvii" id="Page_ccvii">ccvii</SPAN></span>
The Sands of Dee</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>Charles Kingsley</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#The_Sands_of_Dee">78</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Lochinvar</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>Sir Walter Scott</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Lochinvar">79</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdc pt1" colspan="3">DAY-DREAMS</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Dreams to Sell</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>T. L. Beddoes</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Dreams_to_Sell">83</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">The Lost Bower</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>E. B. Browning</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#The_Lost_Bower">84</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Echo and the Ferry</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>Jean Ingelow</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Echo_and_the_Ferry">92</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Poor Susan’s Dream</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>W. Wordsworth</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Poor_Susans_Dream">100</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Fancy</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>W. Shakespeare</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Fancy">101</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdc pt1" colspan="3">TWO HOME-COMINGS</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">1. The Good Woman Made Welcome in Heaven</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>R. Crashaw</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#The_Good_Woman_Made_Welcome_in_Heaven">102</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">2. The Soldier Relieved</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>R. Browning</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#The_Soldier_Relieved">103</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdc pt1" colspan="3">WHEN KNIGHTS WERE BOLD</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Hunting Song</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>Sir Walter Scott</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Hunting_Song">104</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">The Riding to the Tournament</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>G. W. Thornbury</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#The_Riding_to_the_Tournament">105</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdc pt1" colspan="3">VARIOUS</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">A Red, Red Rose</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>Robert Burns</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#A_Red_Red_Rose">113</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Blow, Bugle, Blow</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>Alfred Tennyson</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Blow_Bugle_Blow">114</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">West and East</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>Matthew Arnold</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#West_and_East">115</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Genseric</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>Owen Meredith</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Genseric">116</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Kubla Khan</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>S. T. Coleridge</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Kubla_Khan">118</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Something to Remember</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>R. Browning</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Something_to_Remember">120</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Ring Out, Wild Bells</td>
<td class="tdl"><em>A. Tennyson</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Ring_Out_Wild_Bells">121</SPAN></td>
</tr>
</table>
<hr class="divider" />
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_201" id="Page_201">201</SPAN></span>
<h2><SPAN name="NATURE_COUNTRY_AND_THE_OPEN_AIR" id="NATURE_COUNTRY_AND_THE_OPEN_AIR"></SPAN>NATURE, COUNTRY, AND THE OPEN AIR</h2></div>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="To_Meadows" id="To_Meadows"></SPAN><span class="smcap">To Meadows</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Ye have been fresh and green,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Ye have been fill’d with flowers;</div>
<div class="line">And ye the walks have been</div>
<div class="line indent2">Where maids have spent their hours.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">You have beheld how they</div>
<div class="line indent2">With wicker arks did come</div>
<div class="line">To kiss and bear away</div>
<div class="line indent2">The richer cowslips home.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">You’ve heard them sweetly sing,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And seen them in a round:</div>
<div class="line">Each virgin like a spring,</div>
<div class="line indent2">With honeysuckles crown’d.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">But now we see none here</div>
<div class="line indent2">Whose silv’ry feet did tread</div>
<div class="line">And with dishevelled hair</div>
<div class="line indent2">Adorn’d this smoother mead.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Like unthrifts, having spent</div>
<div class="line indent2">Your stock, and needy grown,</div>
<div class="line">You’re left here to lament</div>
<div class="line indent2">Your poor estates, alone.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">Robert Herrick.</p>
<hr class="divider" />
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_202" id="Page_202">202</SPAN></span></div>
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="The_Brook" id="The_Brook"></SPAN><span class="smcap">The Brook</span></h3>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">I come from haunts of coot and hern<SPAN name="FNanchor_26_26" id="FNanchor_26_26"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_26_26" class="fnanchor">[26]</SPAN>,</div>
<div class="line indent2">I make a sudden sally,</div>
<div class="line">And sparkle out among the fern,</div>
<div class="line indent2">To bicker down a valley.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">By thirty hills I hurry down,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Or slip between the ridges,</div>
<div class="line">By twenty thorps<SPAN name="FNanchor_27_27" id="FNanchor_27_27"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_27_27" class="fnanchor">[27]</SPAN>, a little town,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And half a hundred bridges.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">I chatter over stony ways</div>
<div class="line indent2">In little sharps and trebles,</div>
<div class="line">I bubble into eddying bays,</div>
<div class="line indent2">I babble on the pebbles.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">With many a curve my banks I fret</div>
<div class="line indent2">By many a field and fallow,</div>
<div class="line">And many a fairy foreland set</div>
<div class="line indent2">With willow-weed and mallow.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">I chatter, chatter, as I flow</div>
<div class="line indent2">To join the brimming river,</div>
<div class="line">For men may come and men may go,</div>
<div class="line indent2">But I go on for ever.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">I wind about and in and out,</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_203" id="Page_203">203</SPAN></span>
<div class="line indent2">With here a blossom sailing,</div>
<div class="line">And here and there a lusty trout,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And here and there a grayling.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">And here and there a foamy flake</div>
<div class="line indent2">Upon me, as I travel</div>
<div class="line">With many a silvery waterbreak</div>
<div class="line indent2">Above the golden gravel.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">I steal by lawns and grassy plots,</div>
<div class="line indent2">I slide by hazel covers;</div>
<div class="line">I move the sweet forget-me-nots</div>
<div class="line indent2">That grow for happy lovers.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Among my skimming swallows;</div>
<div class="line">I make the netted sunbeam dance</div>
<div class="line indent2">Against my sandy shallows.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">I murmur under moon and stars</div>
<div class="line indent2">In brambly wildernesses;</div>
<div class="line">I linger by my shingly bars;</div>
<div class="line indent2">I loiter round my cresses;</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">And out again I curve and flow</div>
<div class="line indent2">To join the brimming river,</div>
<div class="line">For men may come and men may go,</div>
<div class="line indent2">But I go on for ever.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">Alfred, Lord Tennyson.</p>
<div class="footnote">
<p><SPAN name="Footnote_26_26" id="Footnote_26_26"></SPAN><SPAN href="#FNanchor_26_26"><span class="label">[26]</span></SPAN> <em>hern</em>: heron.</p>
</div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><SPAN name="Footnote_27_27" id="Footnote_27_27"></SPAN><SPAN href="#FNanchor_27_27"><span class="label">[27]</span></SPAN> <em>thorps</em>: villages.</p>
</div>
<hr class="divider" />
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_204" id="Page_204">204</SPAN></span></div>
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="Recollections_of_Early_Childhood" id="Recollections_of_Early_Childhood"></SPAN><span class="smcap">Recollections of Early Childhood</span></h3>
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<div class="line">There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,</div>
<div class="line indent2">The earth, and every common sight,</div>
<div class="line indent4">To me did seem</div>
<div class="line indent2">Apparell’d in celestial light,</div>
<div class="line">The glory and the freshness of a dream.</div>
<div class="line">It is not now as it hath been of yore;—</div>
<div class="line indent2">Turn wheresoe’er I may,</div>
<div class="line indent6">By night or day,</div>
<div class="line">The things which I have seen I now can see no more.</div>
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<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent2">The rainbow comes and goes,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And lovely is the rose;</div>
<div class="line indent2">The moon doth with delight</div>
<div class="line">Look round her when the heavens are bare;</div>
<div class="line indent4">Waters on a starry night</div>
<div class="line indent4">Are beautiful and fair;</div>
<div class="line indent2">The sunshine is a glorious birth;</div>
<div class="line indent2">But yet I know, where’er I go,</div>
<div class="line">That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.</div>
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<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Now, while the birds thus sing a joyous song,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And while the young lambs bound</div>
<div class="line indent2">As to the tabor’s sound,</div>
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<div class="line">To me alone there came a thought of grief:</div>
<div class="line">A timely utterance gave that thought relief,</div>
<div class="line indent6">And I again am strong.</div>
<div class="line">The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep;</div>
<div class="line indent2">No more shall grief of mine the season wrong;</div>
<div class="line indent2">I hear the echoes through the mountains throng,</div>
<div class="line">The winds come to me from the fields of sleep,</div>
<div class="line indent4">And all the earth is gay;</div>
<div class="line indent6">Land and sea</div>
<div class="line indent2">Give themselves up to jollity,</div>
<div class="line indent4">And with the heart of May</div>
<div class="line indent2">Doth every beast keep holiday;—</div>
<div class="line indent6">Thou Child of Joy,</div>
<div class="line">Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thou happy Shepherd-boy!</div>
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<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Ye blessed creatures, I have heard the call</div>
<div class="line indent2">Ye to each other make; I see</div>
<div class="line">The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee;</div>
<div class="line indent2">My heart is at your festival,</div>
<div class="line indent2">My head hath its coronal,</div>
<div class="line">The fulness of your bliss, I feel—I feel it all.</div>
<div class="line indent4">O evil day! if I were sullen</div>
<div class="line indent6">While Earth herself is adorning,</div>
<div class="line indent6">This sweet May morning,</div>
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<div class="line indent4">And the children are culling</div>
<div class="line indent6">On every side,</div>
<div class="line indent2">In a thousand valleys far and wide,</div>
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<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Fresh flowers; while the sun shines warm,</div>
<div class="line">And the babe leaps up on his mother’s arm:—</div>
<div class="line indent2">I hear, I hear, with joy I hear!</div>
<div class="line indent2">—But there’s a tree, of many one,</div>
<div class="line">A single field which I have look’d upon,</div>
<div class="line">Both of them speak of something that is gone:</div>
<div class="line indent4">The pansy at my feet</div>
<div class="line indent4">Doth the same tale repeat:</div>
<div class="line">Whither is fled the visionary gleam?</div>
<div class="line">Where is it now, the glory and the dream?</div>
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<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:</div>
<div class="line">The Soul that rises with us, our life’s Star,</div>
<div class="line indent4">Hath had elsewhere its setting,</div>
<div class="line indent6">And cometh from afar:</div>
<div class="line indent4">Not in entire forgetfulness,</div>
<div class="line indent4">And not in utter nakedness,</div>
<div class="line">But trailing clouds of glory do we come</div>
<div class="line indent4">From God, who is our home:</div>
<div class="line">Heaven lies about us in our infancy!</div>
<div class="line">Shades of the prison-house begin to close</div>
<div class="line indent4">Upon the growing Boy,</div>
<div class="line">But he beholds the light, and whence it flows,</div>
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<div class="line indent2">He sees it in his joy;</div>
<div class="line">The Youth, who daily further from the east</div>
<div class="line indent2">Must travel, still is Nature’s priest,</div>
<div class="line indent4">And by the vision splendid</div>
<div class="line indent4">Is on his way attended;</div>
<div class="line">At length the man perceives it die away,</div>
<div class="line">And fade into the light of common day.</div>
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<p class="right smcap">William Wordsworth.</p>
<p>(<em>This is only a portion of the poem, which later you should take an
opportunity of reading as a whole.</em>)</p>
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<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="To_Autumn" id="To_Autumn"></SPAN><span class="smcap">To Autumn</span></h3></div>
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<div class="line">Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness!</div>
<div class="line indent2">Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;</div>
<div class="line">Conspiring with him how to load and bless</div>
<div class="line indent2">With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run;</div>
<div class="line">To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;</div>
<div class="line indent2">To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells</div>
<div class="line indent2">With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,</div>
<div class="line">And still more, later flowers for the bees,</div>
<div class="line">Until they think warm days will never cease,</div>
<div class="line indent2">For Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_208" id="Page_208">208</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Who hath not seen Thee oft amid thy store?</div>
<div class="line indent2">Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find</div>
<div class="line">Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;</div>
<div class="line">Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook</div>
<div class="line indent4">Spares the next swath and all its twinèd flowers;</div>
<div class="line">And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep</div>
<div class="line indent2">Steady thy laden head across a brook;</div>
<div class="line indent2">Or by a cider-press, with patient look,</div>
<div class="line indent4">Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.</div>
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<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?</div>
<div class="line indent2">Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—</div>
<div class="line">While barrèd clouds bloom the soft-dying day,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;</div>
<div class="line">Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn</div>
<div class="line indent2">Among the river sallows<SPAN name="FNanchor_28_28" id="FNanchor_28_28"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_28_28" class="fnanchor">[28]</SPAN>, borne aloft</div>
<div class="line indent4">Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;</div>
<div class="line">And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn<SPAN name="FNanchor_29_29" id="FNanchor_29_29"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_29_29" class="fnanchor">[29]</SPAN>;</div>
<div class="line indent2">Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_209" id="Page_209">209</SPAN></span>
<div class="line indent2">The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft<SPAN name="FNanchor_30_30" id="FNanchor_30_30"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_30_30" class="fnanchor">[30]</SPAN>;</div>
<div class="line indent4">And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.</div>
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<p class="right smcap">John Keats.</p>
<div class="footnote">
<p><SPAN name="Footnote_28_28" id="Footnote_28_28"></SPAN><SPAN href="#FNanchor_28_28"><span class="label">[28]</span></SPAN> <em>sallows</em>: willows.</p>
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<div class="footnote">
<p><SPAN name="Footnote_29_29" id="Footnote_29_29"></SPAN><SPAN href="#FNanchor_29_29"><span class="label">[29]</span></SPAN> <em>bourn</em>: stream, water-course.</p>
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<div class="footnote">
<p><SPAN name="Footnote_30_30" id="Footnote_30_30"></SPAN><SPAN href="#FNanchor_30_30"><span class="label">[30]</span></SPAN> <em>croft</em>: enclosure.</p>
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<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="Ode_to_the_West_Wind" id="Ode_to_the_West_Wind"></SPAN><span class="smcap">Ode to the West Wind</span></h3></div>
<p class="center p120">I.</p>
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<div class="line">O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn’s being,</div>
<div class="line">Thou from whose unseen presence the leaves dead</div>
<div class="line">Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,</div>
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<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Pestilence-stricken multitudes! O thou</div>
<div class="line">Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed</div>
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<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent2">The wingèd seeds, where they lie cold and low,</div>
<div class="line">Each like a corpse within its grave, until</div>
<div class="line indent2">Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_210" id="Page_210">210</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Her clarion o’er the dreaming earth, and fill</div>
<div class="line indent2">(Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)</div>
<div class="line">With living hues and odours plain and hill:</div>
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<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere;</div>
<div class="line">Destroyer and preserver; hear, O hear!</div>
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</div>
<p class="center p120">II.</p>
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<div class="line">Thou on whose stream, ’mid the steep sky’s commotion,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Loose clouds like earth’s decaying leaves are shed,</div>
<div class="line">Shook from the tangled boughs of heaven and ocean,</div>
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<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent2">Angels of rain and lightning! there are spread</div>
<div class="line">On the blue surface of thine airy surge,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Like the bright hair uplifted from the head</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Of some fierce Maenad<SPAN name="FNanchor_31_31" id="FNanchor_31_31"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_31_31" class="fnanchor">[31]</SPAN>, even from the dim verge</div>
<div class="line indent2">Of the horizon to the zenith’s height,</div>
<div class="line">The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent2">Of the dying year, to which this closing night</div>
<div class="line">Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Vaulted with all thy congregated might</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_211" id="Page_211">211</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Of vapours, from whose solid atmosphere</div>
<div class="line">Black rain, and fire, and hail, will burst: O hear!</div>
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</div>
<p class="center p120">III.</p>
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<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams</div>
<div class="line indent2">The blue Mediterranean, where he lay,</div>
<div class="line">Lull’d by the coil<SPAN name="FNanchor_32_32" id="FNanchor_32_32"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_32_32" class="fnanchor">[32]</SPAN> of his crystalline streams,</div>
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<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent2">Beside a pumice<SPAN name="FNanchor_33_33" id="FNanchor_33_33"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_33_33" class="fnanchor">[33]</SPAN> isle in Baiae’s bay,</div>
<div class="line">And saw in sleep old palaces and towers</div>
<div class="line indent2">Quivering within the wave’s intenser day,</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">All overgrown with azure moss, and flowers</div>
<div class="line indent2">So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou</div>
<div class="line">For whose path the Atlantic’s level powers</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent2">Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below</div>
<div class="line">The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear</div>
<div class="line indent2">The sapless foliage of the ocean, know</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Thy voice, and suddenly grow grey with fear,</div>
<div class="line">And tremble and despoil themselves: O hear!</div>
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<p class="center p120">IV.</p>
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<div class="verse">
<div class="line">If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear;</div>
<div class="line indent2">If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee;</div>
<div class="line">A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share</div>
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<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent2">The impulse of thy strength, only less free</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_212" id="Page_212">212</SPAN></span>
<div class="line">Than thou, O uncontrollable! if even</div>
<div class="line indent2">I were as in my boyhood, and could be</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">The comrade of thy wanderings over heaven,</div>
<div class="line indent2">As then, when to outstrip thy skiey speed</div>
<div class="line">Scarce seem’d a vision—I would ne’er have striven</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent2">As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need.</div>
<div class="line">O! lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud!</div>
<div class="line indent2">I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">A heavy weight of years has chain’d and bow’d</div>
<div class="line">One too like thee—tameless, and swift, and proud.</div>
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<p class="center p120">V.</p>
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<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is:</div>
<div class="line indent2">What if my leaves are falling like its own?</div>
<div class="line">The tumult of thy mighty harmonies</div>
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<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent2">Will take from both a deep autumnal tone,</div>
<div class="line">Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce,</div>
<div class="line indent2">My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Drive my dead thoughts over the universe,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Like wither’d leaves, to quicken a new birth;</div>
<div class="line">And, by the incantation of this verse,</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_213" id="Page_213">213</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent2">Scatter, as from an unextinguish’d hearth</div>
<div class="line">Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind!</div>
<div class="line indent2">Be through my lips to unawaken’d earth</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind,</div>
<div class="line">If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?</div>
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<p class="right smcap">Percy Bysshe Shelley.</p>
<div class="footnote">
<p><SPAN name="Footnote_31_31" id="Footnote_31_31"></SPAN><SPAN href="#FNanchor_31_31"><span class="label">[31]</span></SPAN> <em>Maenad</em>: a priestess of Bacchus, the wine-god.</p>
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<div class="footnote">
<p><SPAN name="Footnote_32_32" id="Footnote_32_32"></SPAN><SPAN href="#FNanchor_32_32"><span class="label">[32]</span></SPAN> <em>coil</em>: confused noise, murmur.</p>
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<div class="footnote">
<p><SPAN name="Footnote_33_33" id="Footnote_33_33"></SPAN><SPAN href="#FNanchor_33_33"><span class="label">[33]</span></SPAN> <em>pumice</em>: formed of volcanic lava.</p>
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<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="To_a_Skylark" id="To_a_Skylark"></SPAN><span class="smcap">To a Skylark</span></h3></div>
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<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent6">Hail to thee, blithe spirit!</div>
<div class="line indent10">Bird thou never wert—</div>
<div class="line indent6">That from heaven or near it</div>
<div class="line indent10">Pourest thy full heart</div>
<div class="line">In profuse strains of unpremeditated art.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent6">Higher still and higher</div>
<div class="line indent10">From the earth thou springest</div>
<div class="line indent6">Like a cloud of fire;</div>
<div class="line indent10">The blue deep thou wingest,</div>
<div class="line">And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.</div>
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<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent6">In the golden lightning</div>
<div class="line indent10">Of the sunken sun,</div>
<div class="line indent6">O’er which clouds are bright’ning,</div>
<div class="line indent10">Thou dost float and run,</div>
<div class="line">Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_214" id="Page_214">214</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent6">The pale purple even</div>
<div class="line indent10">Melts around thy flight;</div>
<div class="line indent6">Like a star of heaven,</div>
<div class="line indent10">In the broad daylight</div>
<div class="line">Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent6">Keen as are the arrows</div>
<div class="line indent10">Of that silver sphere,</div>
<div class="line indent6">Whose intense lamp narrows</div>
<div class="line indent10">In the white dawn clear,</div>
<div class="line">Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent6">All the earth and air</div>
<div class="line indent10">With thy voice is loud,</div>
<div class="line indent6">As, when night is bare,</div>
<div class="line indent10">From one lonely cloud</div>
<div class="line">The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflow’d.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent6">What thou art we know not;</div>
<div class="line indent10">What is most like thee?</div>
<div class="line indent6">From rainbow clouds there flow not</div>
<div class="line indent10">Drops so bright to see,</div>
<div class="line">As from thy presence showers a rain of melody:—</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_215" id="Page_215">215</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent6">Like a poet hidden</div>
<div class="line indent10">In the light of thought,</div>
<div class="line indent6">Singing hymns unbidden,</div>
<div class="line indent10">Till the world is wrought</div>
<div class="line">To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not:</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent6">Like a high-born maiden</div>
<div class="line indent10">In a palace tower,</div>
<div class="line indent6">Soothing her love-laden</div>
<div class="line indent10">Soul in secret hour</div>
<div class="line">With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower:</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent6">Like a glow-worm golden</div>
<div class="line indent10">In a dell of dew,</div>
<div class="line indent6">Scattering unbeholden</div>
<div class="line indent10">Its aërial hue</div>
<div class="line">Among the flowers and grass which screen it from the view:</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent6">Like a rose embower’d</div>
<div class="line indent10">In its own green leaves,</div>
<div class="line indent6">By warm winds deflower’d,</div>
<div class="line indent10">Till the scent it gives</div>
<div class="line">Makes faint with too much sweet these heavy-wingèd thieves:</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_216" id="Page_216">216</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent6">Sound of vernal showers</div>
<div class="line indent10">On the twinkling grass,</div>
<div class="line indent6">Rain-awaken’d flowers—</div>
<div class="line indent10">All that ever was</div>
<div class="line">Joyous and clear and fresh—thy music doth surpass.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent6">Teach us, sprite or bird,</div>
<div class="line indent10">What sweet thoughts are thine:</div>
<div class="line indent6">I have never heard</div>
<div class="line indent10">Praise of love or wine</div>
<div class="line">That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent6">Chorus hymeneal</div>
<div class="line indent10">Or triumphal chant,</div>
<div class="line indent6">Match’d with thine would be all</div>
<div class="line indent10">But an empty vaunt—</div>
<div class="line">A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent6">What objects are the fountains</div>
<div class="line indent10">Of thy happy strain?</div>
<div class="line indent6">What fields, or waves, or mountains?</div>
<div class="line indent10">What shapes of sky or plain?</div>
<div class="line">What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain?</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_217" id="Page_217">217</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent6">With thy clear keen joyance</div>
<div class="line indent10">Languor cannot be:</div>
<div class="line indent6">Shadow of annoyance</div>
<div class="line indent10">Never came near thee:</div>
<div class="line">Thou lovest, but ne’er knew love’s sad satiety.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent6">Waking or asleep,</div>
<div class="line indent10">Thou of death must deem</div>
<div class="line indent6">Things more true and deep</div>
<div class="line indent10">Than we mortals dream,</div>
<div class="line">Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream?</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent6">We look before and after,</div>
<div class="line indent10">And pine for what is not:</div>
<div class="line indent6">Our sincerest laughter</div>
<div class="line indent10">With some pain is fraught;</div>
<div class="line">Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent6">Yet if we could scorn</div>
<div class="line indent10">Hate and pride and fear,</div>
<div class="line indent6">If we were things born</div>
<div class="line indent10">Not to shed a tear,</div>
<div class="line">I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_218" id="Page_218">218</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent6">Better than all measures</div>
<div class="line indent10">Of delightful sound,</div>
<div class="line indent6">Better than all treasures</div>
<div class="line indent10">That in books are found,</div>
<div class="line">Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground!</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent6">Teach me half the gladness</div>
<div class="line indent10">That thy brain must know;</div>
<div class="line indent6">Such harmonious madness</div>
<div class="line indent10">From my lips would flow,</div>
<div class="line">The world should listen then, as I am listening now.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">Percy Bysshe Shelley.</p>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="The_Moon-Goddess" id="The_Moon-Goddess"></SPAN><span class="smcap">The Moon-Goddess</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Queen and huntress, chaste and fair,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Now the sun is laid to sleep,</div>
<div class="line">Seated in thy silver chair,</div>
<div class="line indent2">State in wonted manner keep:</div>
<div class="line indent4">Hesperus entreats thy light,</div>
<div class="line indent4">Goddess excellently bright.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Earth, let not thy envious shade</div>
<div class="line indent2">Dare itself to interpose;</div>
<div class="line">Cynthia’s shining orb was made</div>
<div class="line indent2">Heaven to clear when day did close:</div>
<div class="line indent4">Bless us then with wishèd sight,</div>
<div class="line indent4">Goddess excellently bright.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_219" id="Page_219">219</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Lay thy bow of pearl apart,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And thy crystal-shining quiver;</div>
<div class="line">Give unto the flying hart</div>
<div class="line indent2">Space to breathe, how short soever:</div>
<div class="line indent4">Thou that mak’st a day of night—</div>
<div class="line indent4">Goddess excellently bright.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">Ben Jonson.</p>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="Home-Thoughts_from_Abroad" id="Home-Thoughts_from_Abroad"></SPAN><span class="smcap">Home-Thoughts from Abroad</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">O, to be in England</div>
<div class="line">Now that April’s there,</div>
<div class="line">And whoever wakes in England</div>
<div class="line">Sees, some morning, unaware,</div>
<div class="line">That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf</div>
<div class="line">Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf,</div>
<div class="line">While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough</div>
<div class="line">In England—now!</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">And after April, when May follows,</div>
<div class="line">And the white throat builds, and all the swallows!</div>
<div class="line">Hark, where my blossom’d pear-tree in the hedge</div>
<div class="line">Leans to the field and scatters on the clover</div>
<div class="line">Blossoms and dewdrops—at the bent spray’s edge—</div>
<div class="line">That’s the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over,</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_220" id="Page_220">220</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Lest you should think he never could recapture</div>
<div class="line">The first fine careless rapture!</div>
<div class="line">And though the fields look rough with hoary dew,</div>
<div class="line">All will be gay when noontide wakes anew</div>
<div class="line">The buttercups, the little children’s dower</div>
<div class="line">—Far brighter than this gaudy melon-flower!</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">Robert Browning.</p>
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<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="Home-Thoughts_from_the_Sea" id="Home-Thoughts_from_the_Sea"></SPAN><span class="smcap">Home-Thoughts from the Sea</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Nobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the North-west died away;</div>
<div class="line">Sunset ran, one glorious blood-red, reeking into Cadiz Bay;</div>
<div class="line">Bluish ’mid the burning water, full in face Trafalgar lay;</div>
<div class="line">In the dimmest North-east distance dawn’d Gibraltar grand and gray;</div>
<div class="line">“Here and here did England help me: how can I help England?”—say,</div>
<div class="line">Whoso turns as I, this evening, turn to God to praise and pray,</div>
<div class="line">While Jove’s planet rises yonder, silent over Africa.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">Robert Browning.</p>
<hr class="divider" />
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_221" id="Page_221">221</SPAN></span></div>
<h2><SPAN name="GREEN_SEAS_AND_SAILOR_MEN" id="GREEN_SEAS_AND_SAILOR_MEN"></SPAN>GREEN SEAS AND SAILOR MEN</h2>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3><SPAN name="The_Call_of_the_Sea" id="The_Call_of_the_Sea"></SPAN>1. <em>The Call of the Sea</em></h3></div>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="Ye_Mariners_of_England" id="Ye_Mariners_of_England"></SPAN><span class="smcap">Ye Mariners of England</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Ye Mariners of England!</div>
<div class="line indent2">That guard our native seas;</div>
<div class="line">Whose flag has braved a thousand years</div>
<div class="line indent2">The battle and the breeze!</div>
<div class="line">Your glorious standard launch again</div>
<div class="line indent2">To match another foe;</div>
<div class="line">And sweep through the deep,</div>
<div class="line indent2">While the stormy winds do blow!</div>
<div class="line">While the battle rages loud and long,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And the stormy winds do blow.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">The spirits of your fathers</div>
<div class="line indent2">Shall start from every wave;</div>
<div class="line">For the deck it was their field of fame,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And Ocean was their grave:</div>
<div class="line">Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell</div>
<div class="line indent2">Your manly hearts shall glow,</div>
<div class="line">As ye sweep through the deep,</div>
<div class="line indent2">While the stormy winds do blow!</div>
<div class="line">While the battle rages loud and long,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And the stormy winds do blow.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_222" id="Page_222">222</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Britannia needs no bulwarks,</div>
<div class="line indent2">No towers along the steep;</div>
<div class="line">Her march is o’er the mountain-waves,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Her home is on the deep.</div>
<div class="line">With thunders from her native oak</div>
<div class="line indent2">She quells the floods below,</div>
<div class="line">As they roar on the shore,</div>
<div class="line indent2">When the stormy winds do blow!</div>
<div class="line">When the battle rages loud and long,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And the stormy winds do blow.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">The meteor flag of England</div>
<div class="line indent2">Shall yet terrific burn;</div>
<div class="line">Till danger’s troubled night depart</div>
<div class="line indent2">And the star of peace return.</div>
<div class="line">Then, then, ye ocean-warriors!</div>
<div class="line indent2">Our song and feast shall flow</div>
<div class="line">To the fame of your name,</div>
<div class="line indent2">When the storm has ceased to blow!</div>
<div class="line">When the fiery fight is heard no more,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And the storm has ceased to blow.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">Thomas Campbell.</p>
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<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="The_Secret_of_the_Sea" id="The_Secret_of_the_Sea"></SPAN><span class="smcap">The Secret of the Sea</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Ah! what pleasant visions haunt me</div>
<div class="line indent2">As I gaze upon the sea!</div>
<div class="line">All the old romantic legends,</div>
<div class="line indent2">All my dreams come back to me.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_223" id="Page_223">223</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Sails of silk and ropes of sendal<SPAN name="FNanchor_34_34" id="FNanchor_34_34"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_34_34" class="fnanchor">[34]</SPAN>,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Such as gleam in ancient lore;</div>
<div class="line">And the singing of the sailors,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And the answer from the shore!</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Most of all, the Spanish ballad</div>
<div class="line indent2">Haunts me oft, and tarries long,</div>
<div class="line">Of the noble Count Arnaldos</div>
<div class="line indent2">And the sailor’s mystic song.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Telling how the Count Arnaldos,</div>
<div class="line indent2">With his hawk upon his hand,</div>
<div class="line">Saw a fair and stately galley,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Steering onward to the land;—</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">How he heard the ancient helmsman</div>
<div class="line indent2">Chant a song so wild and clear,</div>
<div class="line">That the sailing sea-bird slowly</div>
<div class="line indent2">Poised upon the mast to hear,</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Till his soul was full of longing,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And he cried, with impulse strong,—</div>
<div class="line">“Helmsman! for the love of heaven,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Teach me, too, that wondrous song!”</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">“Wouldst thou,”—so the helmsman answered,</div>
<div class="line indent2">“Learn the secret of the sea?</div>
<div class="line">Only those who brave its dangers</div>
<div class="line indent2">Comprehend its mystery!”</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_224" id="Page_224">224</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">In each sail that skims the horizon,</div>
<div class="line indent2">In each landward-blowing breeze,</div>
<div class="line">I behold that stately galley,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Hear those mournful melodies.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Till my soul is full of longing</div>
<div class="line indent2">For the secret of the sea,</div>
<div class="line">And the heart of the great ocean</div>
<div class="line indent2">Sends a thrilling pulse through me.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">H. W. Longfellow.</p>
<div class="footnote">
<p><SPAN name="Footnote_34_34" id="Footnote_34_34"></SPAN><SPAN href="#FNanchor_34_34"><span class="label">[34]</span></SPAN> <em>sendal</em>: coarse narrow silken material.</p>
</div>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="A_Dutch_Picture" id="A_Dutch_Picture"></SPAN><span class="smcap">A Dutch Picture</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Simon Danz has come home again,</div>
<div class="line indent2">From cruising about with his buccaneers<SPAN name="FNanchor_35_35" id="FNanchor_35_35"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_35_35" class="fnanchor">[35]</SPAN>;</div>
<div class="line">He has singed the beard of the King of Spain,</div>
<div class="line">And carried away the Dean of Jaen,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And sold him in Algiers.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">In his house by the Maese, with its roof of tiles,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And weathercocks flying aloft in air,</div>
<div class="line">There are silver tankards in antique styles,</div>
<div class="line">Plunder of convent and castle, and piles</div>
<div class="line indent2">Of carpets rich and rare.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">In his tulip-garden there by the town,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Overlooking the sluggish stream,</div>
<div class="line">With his Moorish cap and dressing-gown,</div>
<div class="line">The old sea-captain, hale and brown,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Walks in a waking dream.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_225" id="Page_225">225</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">A smile in his gray mustachio lurks</div>
<div class="line indent2">Whenever he thinks of the King of Spain,</div>
<div class="line">And the listed<SPAN name="FNanchor_36_36" id="FNanchor_36_36"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_36_36" class="fnanchor">[36]</SPAN> tulips look like Turks,</div>
<div class="line">And the silent gardener as he works</div>
<div class="line indent2">Is changed to the Dean of Jaen<SPAN name="FNanchor_37_37" id="FNanchor_37_37"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_37_37" class="fnanchor">[37]</SPAN>.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">The windmills on the outermost</div>
<div class="line indent2">Verge of the landscape in the haze,</div>
<div class="line">To him are towers on the Spanish coast,</div>
<div class="line">With whiskered sentinels at their post,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Though this is the river Maese.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">But when the winter rains begin,</div>
<div class="line indent2">He sits and smokes by the blazing brands,</div>
<div class="line">And old seafaring men come in,</div>
<div class="line">Goat-bearded, gray, and with double chin,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And rings upon their hands.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">They sit there in the shadow and shine</div>
<div class="line indent2">Of the flickering fire of the winter night;</div>
<div class="line">Figures in colour and design</div>
<div class="line">Like those by Rembrandt of the Rhine,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Half darkness and half light.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">And they talk of ventures lost or won,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And their talk is ever and ever the same,</div>
<div class="line">While they drink the red wine of Tarragon,</div>
<div class="line">From the cellars of some Spanish Don,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Or convent set on flame.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Restless at times, with heavy strides</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_226" id="Page_226">226</SPAN></span>
<div class="line indent2">He paces his parlour to and fro;</div>
<div class="line">He is like a ship that at anchor rides,</div>
<div class="line">And swings with the rising and falling tides,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And tugs at her anchor-tow.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Voices mysterious far and near,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Sound of the wind and sound of the sea,</div>
<div class="line">Are calling and whispering in his ear,</div>
<div class="line">“Simon Danz! Why stayest thou here?</div>
<div class="line indent2">Come forth and follow me!”</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">So he thinks he shall take to the sea again</div>
<div class="line indent2">For one more cruise with his buccaneers,</div>
<div class="line">To singe the beard of the King of Spain,</div>
<div class="line">And capture another Dean of Jaen,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And sell him in Algiers.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">H. W. Longfellow.</p>
<div class="footnote">
<p><SPAN name="Footnote_35_35" id="Footnote_35_35"></SPAN><SPAN href="#FNanchor_35_35"><span class="label">[35]</span></SPAN> <em>buccaneers</em>: sea rovers, pirates.</p>
</div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><SPAN name="Footnote_36_36" id="Footnote_36_36"></SPAN><SPAN href="#FNanchor_36_36"><span class="label">[36]</span></SPAN> <em>listed</em>: striped.</p>
</div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><SPAN name="Footnote_37_37" id="Footnote_37_37"></SPAN><SPAN href="#FNanchor_37_37"><span class="label">[37]</span></SPAN> <em>Jaen</em>: a town in Spain.</p>
</div>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="Sea_Memories" id="Sea_Memories"></SPAN><span class="smcap">Sea Memories</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Often I think of the beautiful town</div>
<div class="line indent2">That is seated by the sea;</div>
<div class="line">Often in thought go up and down</div>
<div class="line">The pleasant streets of that dear old town,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And my youth comes back to me.</div>
<div class="line indent4">And a verse of a Lapland song</div>
<div class="line indent4">Is haunting my memory still:</div>
<div class="line indent4">“A boy’s will is the wind’s will,</div>
<div class="line">And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.”</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_227" id="Page_227">227</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">I can see the shadowy lines of its trees,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And catch, in sudden gleams,</div>
<div class="line">The sheen of the far-surrounding seas,</div>
<div class="line">And islands that were the Hesperides<SPAN name="FNanchor_38_38" id="FNanchor_38_38"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_38_38" class="fnanchor">[38]</SPAN></div>
<div class="line indent2">Of all my boyish dreams.</div>
<div class="line indent4">And the burden of that old song,</div>
<div class="line indent4">It murmurs and whispers still:</div>
<div class="line indent4">“A boy’s will is the wind’s will,</div>
<div class="line">And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.”</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">I remember the black wharves and the slips,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And the sea-tides tossing free;</div>
<div class="line">And the Spanish sailors with bearded lips,</div>
<div class="line">And the beauty and mystery of the ships,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And the magic of the sea.</div>
<div class="line indent4">And the voice of that wayward song</div>
<div class="line indent4">Is singing and saying still:</div>
<div class="line indent4">“A boy’s will is the wind’s will,</div>
<div class="line">And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.”</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">H. W. Longfellow.</p>
<div class="footnote">
<p><SPAN name="Footnote_38_38" id="Footnote_38_38"></SPAN><SPAN href="#FNanchor_38_38"><span class="label">[38]</span></SPAN> <em>Hesperides</em>: the fabulous “Isles of the Blest” in far
western seas.</p>
</div>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="The_Sea_Gypsy" id="The_Sea_Gypsy"></SPAN><span class="smcap">The Sea Gypsy</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">I am fever’d with the sunset,</div>
<div class="line">I am fretful with the bay,</div>
<div class="line">For the wander-thirst is on me</div>
<div class="line">And my soul is in Cathay.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_228" id="Page_228">228</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">There’s a schooner in the offing,</div>
<div class="line">With her topsails shot with fire,</div>
<div class="line">And my heart has gone aboard her</div>
<div class="line">For the Islands of Desire.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">I must forth again to-morrow!</div>
<div class="line">With the sunset I must be</div>
<div class="line">Hull down on the trail of rapture</div>
<div class="line">In the wonder of the Sea.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">Richard Hovey.</p>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="The_Greenwich_Pensioner" id="The_Greenwich_Pensioner"></SPAN><span class="smcap">The Greenwich Pensioner</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">’Twas in the good ship <em>Rover</em>,</div>
<div class="line indent2">I sailed the world all round,</div>
<div class="line">And for three years and over</div>
<div class="line indent2">I ne’er touched British ground;</div>
<div class="line">At length in England landed,</div>
<div class="line indent2">I left the roaring main,</div>
<div class="line">Found all relations stranded,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And went to sea again,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And went to sea again.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">That time bound straight for Portugal,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Right fore and aft we bore,</div>
<div class="line">But when we made Cape Ortegal,</div>
<div class="line indent2">A gale blew off the shore;</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_229" id="Page_229">229</SPAN></span>
<div class="line">She lay, so did it shock her,</div>
<div class="line indent2">A log upon the main,</div>
<div class="line">Till, saved from Davy’s locker,</div>
<div class="line indent4">We put to sea again,</div>
<div class="line indent4">We put to sea again.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Next sailing in a frigate</div>
<div class="line indent2">I got my timber toe.</div>
<div class="line">I never more shall jig it</div>
<div class="line indent2">As once I used to do;</div>
<div class="line">My leg was shot off fairly,</div>
<div class="line indent2">All by a ship of Spain;</div>
<div class="line">But I could swab the galley,</div>
<div class="line indent4">I went to sea again,</div>
<div class="line indent4">I went to sea again.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">And still I am enabled</div>
<div class="line indent2">To bring up in the rear,</div>
<div class="line">Although I’m quite disabled</div>
<div class="line indent2">And lie in Greenwich tier.</div>
<div class="line">There’s schooners in the river</div>
<div class="line indent2">A riding to the chain,</div>
<div class="line">But I shall never, ever</div>
<div class="line indent4">Put out to sea again,</div>
<div class="line indent4">Put out to sea again.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right">From <em>A Sailor’s Garland</em>.</p>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_230" id="Page_230">230</SPAN></span>
<hr class="divider" /></div>
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="The_Press-gang" id="The_Press-gang"></SPAN><span class="smcap">The Press-gang</span></h3>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Here’s the tender<SPAN name="FNanchor_39_39" id="FNanchor_39_39"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_39_39" class="fnanchor">[39]</SPAN> coming,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Pressing all the men;</div>
<div class="line indent4">O, dear honey,</div>
<div class="line indent2">What shall we do then?</div>
<div class="line">Here’s the tender coming,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Off at Shields Bar.</div>
<div class="line">Here’s the tender coming,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Full of men of war.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Here’s the tender coming,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Stealing of my dear;</div>
<div class="line indent4">O, dear honey,</div>
<div class="line indent2">They’ll ship you out of here,</div>
<div class="line">They’ll ship you foreign,</div>
<div class="line indent2">For that is what it means.</div>
<div class="line">Here’s the tender coming,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Full of red marines.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right">From <em>A Sailor’s Garland</em>.</p>
<div class="footnote">
<p><SPAN name="Footnote_39_39" id="Footnote_39_39"></SPAN><SPAN href="#FNanchor_39_39"><span class="label">[39]</span></SPAN> <em>tender</em>: a boat or other small vessel, that ‘attends’ a
ship with men, stores, etc.</p>
</div>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="A_Sea_Dirge" id="A_Sea_Dirge"></SPAN><span class="smcap">A Sea Dirge</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Full fathom five thy father lies:</div>
<div class="line indent2">Of his bones are coral made;</div>
<div class="line">Those are pearls that were his eyes:</div>
<div class="line indent2">Nothing of him that doth fade,</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_231" id="Page_231">231</SPAN></span>
<div class="line">But doth suffer a sea-change</div>
<div class="line">Into something rich and strange.</div>
<div class="line">Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:</div>
<div class="line">Hark! now I hear them,</div>
<div class="line indent10">Ding, dong, bell.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">Shakespeare.</p>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3><SPAN name="Its_Lawless_Joys" id="Its_Lawless_Joys"></SPAN>2. <em>Its Lawless Joys</em></h3></div>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="The_Old_Buccaneer" id="The_Old_Buccaneer"></SPAN><span class="smcap">The Old Buccaneer</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Oh England is a pleasant place for them that’s rich and high,</div>
<div class="line">But England is a cruel place for such poor folks as I;</div>
<div class="line">And such a port for mariners I ne’er shall see again</div>
<div class="line">As the pleasant Isle of Avès, beside the Spanish main.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">There were forty craft in Avès that were both swift and stout,</div>
<div class="line">All furnished well with small arms and cannons round about;</div>
<div class="line">And a thousand men in Avès made laws so fair and free</div>
<div class="line">To choose their valiant captains and obey them loyally.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_232" id="Page_232">232</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Thence we sailed against the Spaniard with his hoards of plate and gold,</div>
<div class="line">Which he wrung with cruel tortures from Indian folk of old;</div>
<div class="line">Likewise the merchant captains, with hearts as hard as stone,</div>
<div class="line">Who flog men, and keel-haul them, and starve them to the bone.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">O the palms grew high in Avès, and fruits that shone like gold,</div>
<div class="line">And the colibris<SPAN name="FNanchor_40_40" id="FNanchor_40_40"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_40_40" class="fnanchor">[40]</SPAN> and parrots they were gorgeous to behold;</div>
<div class="line">And the negro maids to Avès from bondage fast did flee,</div>
<div class="line">To welcome gallant sailors, a-sweeping in from sea.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">O sweet it was in Avès to hear the landward breeze,</div>
<div class="line">A-swing with good tobacco in a net between the trees,</div>
<div class="line">With a negro lass to fan you, while you listened to the roar</div>
<div class="line">Of the breakers on the reef outside, that never touched the shore.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_233" id="Page_233">233</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">But Scripture saith, an ending to all fine things must be;</div>
<div class="line">So the King’s ships sailed on Avès, and quite put down were we.</div>
<div class="line">All day we fought like bulldogs, but they burst the booms at night;</div>
<div class="line">And I fled in a piragua<SPAN name="FNanchor_41_41" id="FNanchor_41_41"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_41_41" class="fnanchor">[41]</SPAN>, sore wounded, from the fight.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Nine days I floated starving, and a negro lass beside,</div>
<div class="line">Till, for all I tried to cheer her, the poor young thing she died;</div>
<div class="line">But as I lay a-gasping, a Bristol sail came by,</div>
<div class="line">And brought me home to England here, to beg until I die.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">And now I’m old and going—I’m sure I can’t tell where;</div>
<div class="line">One comfort is, this world’s so hard, I can’t be worse off there:</div>
<div class="line">If I might but be a sea-dove, I’d fly across the main,</div>
<div class="line">To the pleasant Isle of Avès, to look at it once again.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">Charles Kingsley.</p>
<div class="footnote">
<p><SPAN name="Footnote_40_40" id="Footnote_40_40"></SPAN><SPAN href="#FNanchor_40_40"><span class="label">[40]</span></SPAN> <em>colibris</em>: humming-birds.</p>
</div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><SPAN name="Footnote_41_41" id="Footnote_41_41"></SPAN><SPAN href="#FNanchor_41_41"><span class="label">[41]</span></SPAN> <em>piragua</em>: a “dug-out” canoe.</p>
</div>
<hr class="divider" />
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_234" id="Page_234">234</SPAN></span></div>
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="The_Salcombe_Seamans_Flaunt_to_the_Proud_Pirate" id="The_Salcombe_Seamans_Flaunt_to_the_Proud_Pirate"></SPAN><span class="smcap">The Salcombe Seaman’s Flaunt to the Proud Pirate</span></h3>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">A lofty ship from Salcombe came,</div>
<div class="line indent2"><em>Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we;</em></div>
<div class="line">She had golden trucks<SPAN name="FNanchor_42_42" id="FNanchor_42_42"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_42_42" class="fnanchor">[42]</SPAN> that shone like flame,</div>
<div class="line indent2"><em>On the bonny coasts of Barbary</em>.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">“Masthead, masthead,” the captains hail,</div>
<div class="line indent2"><em>Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we;</em></div>
<div class="line">“Look out and round, d’ye see a sail?”</div>
<div class="line indent2"><em>On the bonny coasts of Barbary</em>.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">“There’s a ship that looms like Beachy Head,”</div>
<div class="line indent2"><em>Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we;</em></div>
<div class="line">“Her banner aloft it blows out red,”</div>
<div class="line indent2"><em>On the bonny coasts of Barbary</em>.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">“Oh, ship ahoy, where do you steer?”</div>
<div class="line indent2"><em>Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we;</em></div>
<div class="line">“Are you man-of-war, or privateer?”</div>
<div class="line indent2"><em>On the bonny coasts of Barbary</em>.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">“I am neither one of the two,” said she,</div>
<div class="line indent2"><em>Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we;</em></div>
<div class="line">“I’m a pirate, looking for my fee,”</div>
<div class="line indent2"><em>On the bonny coasts of Barbary</em>.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_235" id="Page_235">235</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">“I’m a jolly pirate, out for gold:”</div>
<div class="line indent2"><em>Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we;</em></div>
<div class="line">“I will rummage through your after hold,”</div>
<div class="line indent2"><em>On the bonny coasts of Barbary</em>.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">The grumbling guns they flashed and roared,</div>
<div class="line indent2"><em>Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we;</em></div>
<div class="line">Till the pirate’s masts went overboard,</div>
<div class="line indent2"><em>On the bonny coasts of Barbary</em>.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">They fired shots till the pirate’s deck,</div>
<div class="line indent2"><em>Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we;</em></div>
<div class="line">Was blood and spars and broken wreck,</div>
<div class="line indent2"><em>On the bonny coasts of Barbary</em>.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">“O do not haul the red flag down,”</div>
<div class="line indent2"><em>Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we;</em></div>
<div class="line">“O keep all fast until we drown,”</div>
<div class="line indent2"><em>On the bonny coasts of Barbary</em>.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">They called for cans of wine, and drank,</div>
<div class="line indent2"><em>Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we;</em></div>
<div class="line">They sang their songs until she sank,</div>
<div class="line indent2"><em>On the bonny coasts of Barbary</em>.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Now let us brew good cans of flip,</div>
<div class="line indent2"><em>Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we;</em></div>
<div class="line">And drink a bowl to the Salcombe ship,</div>
<div class="line indent2"><em>On the bonny coasts of Barbary</em>.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_236" id="Page_236">236</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">And drink a bowl to the lad of fame,</div>
<div class="line indent2"><em>Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we;</em></div>
<div class="line">Who put the pirate ship to shame,</div>
<div class="line indent2"><em>On the bonny coasts of Barbary</em>.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right">From <em>A Sailor’s Garland</em>.</p>
<div class="footnote">
<p><SPAN name="Footnote_42_42" id="Footnote_42_42"></SPAN><SPAN href="#FNanchor_42_42"><span class="label">[42]</span></SPAN> <em>trucks</em>: mast-head caps.</p>
</div>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="The_Smuggler" id="The_Smuggler"></SPAN><span class="smcap">The Smuggler</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">O my true love’s a smuggler and sails upon the sea,</div>
<div class="line">And I would I were a seaman to go along with he;</div>
<div class="line">To go along with he for the satins and the wine,</div>
<div class="line">And run the tubs at Slapton when the stars do shine.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">O Hollands is a good drink when the nights are cold,</div>
<div class="line">And Brandy is a good drink for them as grows old.</div>
<div class="line">There is lights in the cliff-top when the boats are home-bound,</div>
<div class="line">And we run the tubs at Slapton when the word goes round.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">The King he is a proud man in his grand red coat,</div>
<div class="line">But I do love a smuggler in a little fishing-boat;</div>
<div class="line">For he runs the Mallins lace and he spends his money free,</div>
<div class="line">And I would I were a seaman to go along with he.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right">From <em>A Sailor’s Garland</em>.</p>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_237" id="Page_237">237</SPAN></span>
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<h2><SPAN name="ARMS_AND_THE_MAN" id="ARMS_AND_THE_MAN"></SPAN>ARMS AND THE MAN</h2>
<p><em>The generations pass, each in its turn wondering whether it is to be
the one to see the ending of War and the awakening of the common sense
of nations. But the Poetry of the glory of Battle, the hymning of high
heroisms, the dirges for those who nobly died—these will remain, to
gild its memory, long after the last echo of the last war-drum has
faded out of the world.</em></p>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="The_Maid" id="The_Maid"></SPAN><span class="smcap">The Maid</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Thunder of riotous hoofs over the quaking sod;</div>
<div class="line">Clash of reeking squadrons, steel-capped, iron-shod;</div>
<div class="line">The White Maid and the white horse, and the flapping banner of God.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Black hearts riding for money; red hearts riding for fame;</div>
<div class="line">The Maid who rides for France and the King who rides for shame—</div>
<div class="line">Gentlemen, fools, and a saint riding in Christ’s high name!</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_238" id="Page_238">238</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">“Dust to dust!” it is written. Wind-scattered are lance and bow.</div>
<div class="line">Dust, the Cross of Saint George; dust, the banner of snow.</div>
<div class="line">The bones of the King are crumbled, and rotted the shafts of the foe.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Forgotten, the young knight’s valour; forgotten, the captain’s skill;</div>
<div class="line">Forgotten, the fear and the hate and the mailed hands raised to kill;</div>
<div class="line">Forgotten, the shields that clashed and the arrows that cried so shrill.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Like a story from some old book, that battle of long ago:</div>
<div class="line">Shadows, the poor French King and the might of his English foe;</div>
<div class="line">Shadows, the charging nobles and the archers kneeling a-row—</div>
<div class="line">But a flame in my heart and my eyes, the Maid with her banner of snow!</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">Theodore Roberts.</p>
<hr class="divider" />
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_239" id="Page_239">239</SPAN></span></div>
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="The_Eve_of_Waterloo" id="The_Eve_of_Waterloo"></SPAN><span class="smcap">The Eve of Waterloo</span></h3>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent2">There was a sound of revelry by night,</div>
<div class="line indent4">And Belgium’s capital had gather’d then</div>
<div class="line indent2">Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright</div>
<div class="line indent4">The lamps shone o’er fair women and brave men.</div>
<div class="line indent2">A thousand hearts beat happily; and when</div>
<div class="line indent4">Music arose with its voluptuous swell,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Soft eyes look’d love to eyes which spake again,</div>
<div class="line indent4">And all went merry as a marriage-bell;</div>
<div class="line">But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell!</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent2">Did ye not hear it?—No; ’twas but the wind,</div>
<div class="line indent4">Or the car rattling o’er the stony street;</div>
<div class="line indent2">On with the dance! let joy be unconfined;</div>
<div class="line indent4">No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet</div>
<div class="line indent2">To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.</div>
<div class="line indent4">But hark!—that heavy sound breaks in once more,</div>
<div class="line indent2">As if the clouds its echo would repeat;</div>
<div class="line indent4">And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before!</div>
<div class="line">Arm! Arm! it is—it is—the cannon’s opening roar!</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_240" id="Page_240">240</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent2">Within a window’d niche of that high hall</div>
<div class="line indent4">Sate Brunswick’s fated chieftain; he did hear</div>
<div class="line indent2">That sound, the first amidst the festival,</div>
<div class="line indent4">And caught its tone with Death’s prophetic ear;</div>
<div class="line indent2">And when they smiled because he deem’d it near,</div>
<div class="line indent4">His heart more truly knew that peal too well</div>
<div class="line indent2">Which stretch’d his father on a bloody bier,</div>
<div class="line indent4">And rous’d the vengeance blood alone could quell:</div>
<div class="line">He rush’d into the field, and, foremost fighting, fell.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent2">Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro,</div>
<div class="line indent4">And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago</div>
<div class="line indent4">Blush’d at the praise of their own loveliness;</div>
<div class="line indent2">And there were sudden partings, such as press</div>
<div class="line indent4">The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs</div>
<div class="line indent2">Which ne’er might be repeated: who would guess</div>
<div class="line indent4">If ever more should meet those mutual eyes,</div>
<div class="line">Since upon night so sweet such awful morn could rise!</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_241" id="Page_241">241</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent2">And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed,</div>
<div class="line indent4">The mustering squadron, and the clattering car,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Went pouring forward with impetuous speed,</div>
<div class="line indent4">And swiftly forming in the ranks of war;</div>
<div class="line indent2">And the deep thunder peal on peal afar;</div>
<div class="line indent4">And near, the beat of the alarming drum</div>
<div class="line indent2">Rous’d up the soldier ere the morning star;</div>
<div class="line indent4">While throng’d the citizens with terror dumb,</div>
<div class="line">Or whispering with white lips—“The foe! they come! they come!”</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent2">And wild and high the “Camerons’ gathering” rose,</div>
<div class="line indent4">The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn’s hills</div>
<div class="line indent2">Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes:</div>
<div class="line indent4">How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills</div>
<div class="line indent2">Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills</div>
<div class="line indent4">Their mountain-pipe, so fill the mountaineers</div>
<div class="line indent2">With the fierce native daring which instils</div>
<div class="line indent4">The stirring memory of a thousand years,</div>
<div class="line">And Evan’s, Donald’s fame rings in each clansman’s ears!</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_242" id="Page_242">242</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent2">And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves,</div>
<div class="line indent4">Dewy with Nature’s tear-drops, as they pass,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Grieving, if aught inanimate e’er grieves,</div>
<div class="line indent4">Over the unreturning brave,—alas!</div>
<div class="line indent2">Ere evening to be trodden like the grass</div>
<div class="line indent4">Which now beneath them, but above shall grow</div>
<div class="line indent2">In its next verdure, when this fiery mass</div>
<div class="line indent4">Of living valour, rolling on the foe,</div>
<div class="line">And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent2">Last noon beheld them full of lusty life,</div>
<div class="line indent4">Last eve in Beauty’s circle proudly gay,</div>
<div class="line indent2">The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife,</div>
<div class="line indent4">The morn the marshalling in arms,—the day</div>
<div class="line indent2">Battle’s magnificently stern array!</div>
<div class="line indent4">The thunder-clouds close o’er it, which when rent</div>
<div class="line indent2">The earth is cover’d thick with other clay,</div>
<div class="line indent4">Which her own clay shall cover, heap’d and pent,</div>
<div class="line">Rider and horse,—friend, foe,—in one red burial blent!</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">Lord Byron.</p>
<hr class="divider" />
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_243" id="Page_243">243</SPAN></span></div>
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="The_Glory_that_was_Greece" id="The_Glory_that_was_Greece"></SPAN><span class="smcap">The Glory that was Greece</span></h3>
<p><em>I include this among the War Poems, because it is a call to a
conquered nation to rise in arms against their oppressors—a call that
was in due course answered.</em></p>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">The isles of Greece! the isles of Greece!</div>
<div class="line indent2">Where burning Sappho loved and sung,</div>
<div class="line">Where grew the arts of war and peace,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung!</div>
<div class="line">Eternal summer gilds them yet,</div>
<div class="line">But all except their sun is set.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">The Scian and the Teian<SPAN name="FNanchor_43_43" id="FNanchor_43_43"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_43_43" class="fnanchor">[43]</SPAN> muse,</div>
<div class="line indent2">The hero’s harp, the lover’s lute,</div>
<div class="line">Have found the fame your shores refuse:</div>
<div class="line indent2">Their place of birth alone is mute</div>
<div class="line">To sounds which echo further west</div>
<div class="line">Than your sires’ “Islands of the Blest.”</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">The mountains look on Marathon,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And Marathon looks on the sea;</div>
<div class="line">And, musing there an hour alone,</div>
<div class="line indent2">I dreamed that Greece might still be free;</div>
<div class="line">For, standing on the Persian’s grave,</div>
<div class="line">I could not deem myself a slave.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_244" id="Page_244">244</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">A king sate on the rocky brow</div>
<div class="line indent2">Which looks o’er sea-born Salamis;</div>
<div class="line">And ships by thousands lay below,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And men in nations;—all were his!</div>
<div class="line">He counted them at break of day,</div>
<div class="line">And when the sun set, where were they?</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">And where are they? and where art thou,</div>
<div class="line indent2">My country? On thy voiceless shore</div>
<div class="line">The heroic lay is tuneless now,</div>
<div class="line indent2">The heroic bosom beats no more!</div>
<div class="line">And must thy lyre, so long divine,</div>
<div class="line">Degenerate into hands like mine?</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">’Tis something in the dearth of fame,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Though linked among the fettered race,</div>
<div class="line">To feel at least a patriot’s shame,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Even as I sing, suffuse my face;</div>
<div class="line">For what is left the poet here?</div>
<div class="line">For Greeks a blush—for Greece a tear!</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Must <em>we</em> but weep o’er days more blest?</div>
<div class="line indent2">Must <em>we</em> but blush? Our fathers bled.</div>
<div class="line">Earth! render back from out thy breast</div>
<div class="line indent2">A remnant of our Spartan dead!</div>
<div class="line">Of the three hundred grant but three,</div>
<div class="line">To make a new Thermopylæ!</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_245" id="Page_245">245</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">What, silent still? and silent all?</div>
<div class="line indent2">Ah! no: the voices of the dead</div>
<div class="line">Sound like a distant torrent’s fall,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And answer, “Let one living head,</div>
<div class="line">But one arise,—we come, we come!”</div>
<div class="line">’Tis but the living who are dumb.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">In vain—in vain; strike other chords;</div>
<div class="line indent2">Fill high the cup with Samian wine!</div>
<div class="line">Leave battles to the Turkish hordes,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And shed the blood of Scio’s vine!</div>
<div class="line">Hark! rising to the ignoble call,</div>
<div class="line">How answers each bold Bacchanal!</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet;</div>
<div class="line indent2">Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone?</div>
<div class="line">Of two such lessons, why forget</div>
<div class="line indent2">The nobler and the manlier one?</div>
<div class="line">You have the letters Cadmus gave;</div>
<div class="line">Think ye he meant them for a slave?</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Fill high the bowl with Samian wine!</div>
<div class="line indent2">We will not think of themes like these!</div>
<div class="line">It made Anacreon’s song divine:</div>
<div class="line indent2">He served—but served Polycrates:</div>
<div class="line">A tyrant; but our masters then</div>
<div class="line">Were still, at least, our countrymen.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_246" id="Page_246">246</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">The tyrant of the Chersonese</div>
<div class="line indent2">Was freedom’s best and bravest friend;</div>
<div class="line"><em>That</em> tyrant was Miltiades!</div>
<div class="line indent2">Oh that the present hour would lend</div>
<div class="line">Another despot of the kind!</div>
<div class="line">Such chains as his were sure to bind.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Fill high the bowl with Samian wine!</div>
<div class="line indent2">On Suli’s rock and Parga’s shore</div>
<div class="line">Exists the remnant of a line</div>
<div class="line indent2">Such as the Doric mothers bore;</div>
<div class="line">And there, perhaps, some seed is sown</div>
<div class="line">The Heracleidan blood might own.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Trust not for freedom to the Franks—</div>
<div class="line indent2">They have a king who buys and sells;</div>
<div class="line">In native swords and native ranks</div>
<div class="line indent2">The only hope of courage dwells:</div>
<div class="line">But Turkish force and Latin fraud</div>
<div class="line">Would break your shield, however broad.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Fill high the bowl with Samian wine!</div>
<div class="line indent2">Our virgins dance beneath the shade—</div>
<div class="line">I see their glorious black eyes shine;</div>
<div class="line indent2">But, gazing on each glowing maid,</div>
<div class="line">My own the burning tear-drop laves,</div>
<div class="line">To think such breasts must suckle slaves.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_247" id="Page_247">247</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Place me on Sunium’s marbled steep,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Where nothing save the waves and I</div>
<div class="line">May hear our mutual murmurs sweep;</div>
<div class="line indent2">There, swan-like, let me sing and die:</div>
<div class="line">A land of slaves shall ne’er be mine—</div>
<div class="line">Dash down yon cup of Samian wine!</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">Lord Byron.</p>
<div class="footnote">
<p><SPAN name="Footnote_43_43" id="Footnote_43_43"></SPAN><SPAN href="#FNanchor_43_43"><span class="label">[43]</span></SPAN> <em>Scian</em> and <em>Teian</em>: i.e. Homer and Anacreon.</p>
</div>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="Battle_Hymn_of_the_American_Republic" id="Battle_Hymn_of_the_American_Republic"></SPAN><span class="smcap">Battle Hymn of the American Republic</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord:</div>
<div class="line">He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;</div>
<div class="line">He hath loosed the fatal lightning of his terrible swift sword:</div>
<div class="line indent10">His truth is marching on.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">I have seen him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps;</div>
<div class="line">They have builded him an altar in the evening dews and damps;</div>
<div class="line">I can read his righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps:</div>
<div class="line indent10">His day is marching on.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_248" id="Page_248">248</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;</div>
<div class="line">He is sifting out the hearts of men before his Judgment Seat;</div>
<div class="line">O, be swift, my soul to answer Him, be jubilant my feet!</div>
<div class="line indent10">Our God is marching on.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born, across the sea,</div>
<div class="line">With a glory in his bosom that transfigures you and me:</div>
<div class="line">As he died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,</div>
<div class="line indent10">While God is marching on.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">Julia Ward Howe.</p>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="To_Lucasta_on_going_to_the_Wars" id="To_Lucasta_on_going_to_the_Wars"></SPAN><span class="smcap">To Lucasta, on going to the Wars</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind,</div>
<div class="line indent2">That from the nunnery</div>
<div class="line">Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind</div>
<div class="line indent2">To war and arms I fly.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">True, a new mistress now I chase,</div>
<div class="line indent2">The first foe in the field;</div>
<div class="line">And with a stronger faith embrace</div>
<div class="line indent2">A sword, a horse, a shield.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_249" id="Page_249">249</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Yet this inconstancy is such</div>
<div class="line indent2">As you too shall adore;</div>
<div class="line">I could not love thee, Dear, so much,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Loved I not Honour more.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">Richard Lovelace.</p>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="The_Black_Prince" id="The_Black_Prince"></SPAN><span class="smcap">The Black Prince</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">O for the voice of that wild horn,</div>
<div class="line">On Fontarabian echoes borne,</div>
<div class="line indent2">The dying hero’s call,</div>
<div class="line">That told imperial Charlemagne</div>
<div class="line">How Paynim sons of swarthy Spain</div>
<div class="line indent2">Had wrought his champion’s fall.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Sad over earth and ocean sounding,</div>
<div class="line">And England’s distant cliffs astounding,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Such are the notes should say</div>
<div class="line">How Britain’s hope, and France’s fear,</div>
<div class="line">Victor of Cressy and Poitier,</div>
<div class="line indent2">In Bordeaux dying lay.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">“Raise my faint head, my squires,” he said,</div>
<div class="line">“And let the casement be displayed,</div>
<div class="line indent2">That I may see once more</div>
<div class="line">The splendour of the setting sun</div>
<div class="line">Gleam on thy mirrored wave, Garonne,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And Blay’s empurpled shore.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_250" id="Page_250">250</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">“Like me, he sinks to Glory’s sleep,</div>
<div class="line">His fall the dews of evening steep,</div>
<div class="line indent2">As if in sorrow shed.</div>
<div class="line">So soft shall fall the trickling tear,</div>
<div class="line">When England’s maids and matrons hear</div>
<div class="line indent2">Of their Black Edward dead.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">“And though my sun of glory set,</div>
<div class="line">Nor France nor England shall forget</div>
<div class="line indent2">The terror of my name;</div>
<div class="line">And oft shall Britain’s heroes rise,</div>
<div class="line">New planets in these southern skies,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Through clouds of blood and flame.”</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">Sir Walter Scott.</p>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="The_Burial_of_Sir_John_Moore" id="The_Burial_of_Sir_John_Moore"></SPAN><span class="smcap">The Burial of Sir John Moore</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note,</div>
<div class="line indent2">As his corse to the rampart we hurried;</div>
<div class="line">Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot</div>
<div class="line indent2">O’er the grave where our hero we buried.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">We buried him darkly at dead of night,</div>
<div class="line indent2">The sods with our bayonets turning,</div>
<div class="line">By the struggling moonbeam’s misty light</div>
<div class="line indent2">And the lantern dimly burning.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_251" id="Page_251">251</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">No useless coffin enclosed his breast,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Not in sheet or in shroud we wound him;</div>
<div class="line">But he lay like a warrior taking his rest</div>
<div class="line indent2">With his martial cloak around him.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Few and short were the prayers we said,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And we spoke not a word of sorrow;</div>
<div class="line">But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And we bitterly thought of the morrow.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">We thought, as we hollow’d his narrow bed</div>
<div class="line indent2">And smooth’d down his lonely pillow,</div>
<div class="line">That the foe and the stranger would tread o’er his head,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And we far away on the billow!</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Lightly they’ll talk of the spirit that’s gone,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And o’er his cold ashes upbraid him—</div>
<div class="line">But little he’ll reck, if they let him sleep on</div>
<div class="line indent2">In the grave where a Briton has laid him.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">But half of our heavy task was done</div>
<div class="line indent2">When the clock struck the hour for retiring;</div>
<div class="line">And we heard the distant and random gun</div>
<div class="line indent2">That the foe was sullenly firing.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_252" id="Page_252">252</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Slowly and sadly we laid him down,</div>
<div class="line indent2">From the field of his fame fresh and gory;</div>
<div class="line">We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone,</div>
<div class="line indent2">But we left him alone with his glory.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">Charles Wolfe.</p>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="How_Sleep_the_Brave" id="How_Sleep_the_Brave"></SPAN><span class="smcap">How Sleep the Brave</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">How sleep the brave, who sink to rest</div>
<div class="line">By all their country’s wishes blest!</div>
<div class="line">When Spring, with dewy fingers cold,</div>
<div class="line">Returns to deck their hallowed mould,</div>
<div class="line">She there shall dress a sweeter sod</div>
<div class="line">Than Fancy’s feet have ever trod.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">By fairy hands their knell is rung;</div>
<div class="line">By forms unseen their dirge is sung;</div>
<div class="line">There Honour comes, a pilgrim grey,</div>
<div class="line">To bless the turf that wraps their clay;</div>
<div class="line">And Freedom shall awhile repair</div>
<div class="line">To dwell, a weeping hermit, there!</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">William Collins.</p>
<hr class="divider" />
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_253" id="Page_253">253</SPAN></span></div>
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="Soldier_Rest" id="Soldier_Rest"></SPAN><span class="smcap">Soldier, Rest!</span></h3>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Soldier, rest! thy warfare o’er,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking!</div>
<div class="line">Dream of battled fields no more,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Days of danger, nights of waking.</div>
<div class="line">In our isle’s enchanted hall,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Hands unseen thy couch are strewing,</div>
<div class="line">Fairy strains of music fall,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Every sense in slumber dewing.</div>
<div class="line">Soldier, rest! thy warfare o’er,</div>
<div class="line">Dream of fighting fields no more;</div>
<div class="line">Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking,</div>
<div class="line">Morn of toil, nor night of waking.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">No rude sound shall reach thine ear,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Armour’s clang, or war-steed champing</div>
<div class="line">Trump nor pibroch summon here</div>
<div class="line indent2">Mustering clan, or squadron tramping.</div>
<div class="line">Yet the lark’s shrill fife may come</div>
<div class="line indent2">At the daybreak from the fallow,</div>
<div class="line">And the bittern sound his drum,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Booming from the sedgy shallow.</div>
<div class="line">Ruder sounds shall none be near,</div>
<div class="line">Guards nor warders challenge here,</div>
<div class="line">Here’s no war-steed’s neigh and champing,</div>
<div class="line">Shouting clans, or squadrons stamping.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_254" id="Page_254">254</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Huntsman, rest! thy chase is done;</div>
<div class="line indent2">While our slumbrous spells assail ye,</div>
<div class="line">Dream not, with the rising sun,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Bugles here shall sound reveillé.</div>
<div class="line">Sleep! the deer is in his den;</div>
<div class="line indent2">Sleep! thy hounds are by thee lying;</div>
<div class="line">Sleep! nor dream in yonder glen,</div>
<div class="line indent2">How thy gallant steed lay dying.</div>
<div class="line">Huntsman, rest! thy chase is done,</div>
<div class="line">Think not of the rising sun,</div>
<div class="line">For at dawning to assail ye,</div>
<div class="line">Here no bugles sound reveillé.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">Sir Walter Scott.</p>
<hr class="divider" />
<h2><SPAN name="THE_OTHER_SIDE_OF_IT" id="THE_OTHER_SIDE_OF_IT"></SPAN>THE OTHER SIDE OF IT</h2></div>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="The_Patriot" id="The_Patriot"></SPAN>1. <span class="smcap">The Patriot</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">It was roses, roses, all the way,</div>
<div class="line indent2">With myrtle mixed in my path like mad:</div>
<div class="line">The house-roofs seemed to heave and sway,</div>
<div class="line indent2">The church-spires flamed, such flags they had,</div>
<div class="line">A year ago on this very day.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_255" id="Page_255">255</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">The air broke into a mist with bells,</div>
<div class="line indent2">The old walls rocked with the crowd and cries.</div>
<div class="line">Had I said, “Good folk, mere noise repels—</div>
<div class="line indent2">But give me your sun from yonder skies!”</div>
<div class="line">They had answered, “And afterward, what else?”</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Alack, it was I who leaped at the sun</div>
<div class="line indent2">To give it my loving friends to keep!</div>
<div class="line">Nought man could do, have I left undone:</div>
<div class="line indent2">And you see my harvest, what I reap</div>
<div class="line">This very day, now a year is run.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">There’s nobody on the house-tops now—</div>
<div class="line indent2">Just a palsied few at the windows set;</div>
<div class="line">For the best of the sight is, all allow,</div>
<div class="line indent2">At the Shambles’ Gate—or, better yet,</div>
<div class="line">By the very scaffold’s foot, I trow.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">I go in the rain, and, more than needs,</div>
<div class="line indent2">A rope cuts both my wrists behind;</div>
<div class="line">And I think, by the feel, my forehead bleeds,</div>
<div class="line indent2">For they fling, whoever has a mind,</div>
<div class="line">Stones at me for my year’s misdeeds.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_256" id="Page_256">256</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Thus I entered, and thus I go!</div>
<div class="line indent2">In triumphs, people have dropped down dead,</div>
<div class="line">“Paid by the world, what dost thou owe</div>
<div class="line indent2">Me?”—God might question; now instead,</div>
<div class="line">’Tis God shall repay: I am safer so.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">Robert Browning.</p>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="For_those_who_fail" id="For_those_who_fail"></SPAN>2. <span class="smcap">For those who fail</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">“All honour to him who shall win the prize,”</div>
<div class="line">The world has cried for a thousand years;</div>
<div class="line">But to him who tries and who fails and dies,</div>
<div class="line">I give great honour and glory and tears.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">O great is the hero who wins a name,</div>
<div class="line">But greater many and many a time</div>
<div class="line">Some pale-faced fellow who dies in shame,</div>
<div class="line">And lets God finish the thought sublime.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">And great is the man with a sword undrawn,</div>
<div class="line">And good is the man who refrains from wine;</div>
<div class="line">But the man who fails and yet fights on,</div>
<div class="line">Lo he is the twin-born brother of mine!</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">Joaquin Miller.</p>
<hr class="divider" />
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_257" id="Page_257">257</SPAN></span></div>
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="Keeping_On" id="Keeping_On"></SPAN>3. <span class="smcap">Keeping On</span></h3>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Say not the struggle nought availeth,</div>
<div class="line indent2">The labour and the wounds are vain,</div>
<div class="line">The enemy faints not, nor faileth,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And as things have been they remain.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars;</div>
<div class="line indent2">It may be, in yon smoke concealed,</div>
<div class="line">Your comrades chase e’en now the fliers,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And, but for you, possess the field.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">For while the tired waves, vainly breaking,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Seem here no painful inch to gain,</div>
<div class="line">Far back, through creeks and inlets making,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Comes silent, flooding in, the main.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">And not by eastern windows only,</div>
<div class="line indent2">When daylight comes, comes in the light;</div>
<div class="line">In front the sun climbs slow, how slowly!</div>
<div class="line indent2">But westward, look, the land is bright!</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">A. H. Clough.</p>
<hr class="divider" />
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_258" id="Page_258">258</SPAN></span></div>
<h2><SPAN name="STORY-POEMS" id="STORY-POEMS"></SPAN>STORY-POEMS</h2>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="The_Lady_of_Shalott" id="The_Lady_of_Shalott"></SPAN><span class="smcap">The Lady of Shalott</span></h3></div>
<p class="center p120">I.</p>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">On either side the river lie</div>
<div class="line">Long fields of barley and of rye,</div>
<div class="line">That clothe the wold and meet the sky;</div>
<div class="line">And through the field the road runs by</div>
<div class="line indent2">To many-towered Camelot;</div>
<div class="line">And up and down the people go,</div>
<div class="line">Gazing where the lilies blow</div>
<div class="line">Round an island there below,</div>
<div class="line indent2">The island of Shalott.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Willows whiten, aspens quiver,</div>
<div class="line">Little breezes dusk and shiver</div>
<div class="line">Through the wave that runs for ever</div>
<div class="line">By the island in the river</div>
<div class="line indent2">Flowing down to Camelot.</div>
<div class="line">Four gray walls, and four gray towers,</div>
<div class="line">Overlook a space of flowers,</div>
<div class="line">And the silent isle embowers</div>
<div class="line indent2">The Lady of Shalott.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_259" id="Page_259">259</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">By the margin, willow-veil’d,</div>
<div class="line">Slide the heavy barges trail’d</div>
<div class="line">By slow horses; and unhail’d</div>
<div class="line">The shallop flitteth silken-sail’d</div>
<div class="line indent2">Skimming down to Camelot:</div>
<div class="line">But who has seen her wave her hand?</div>
<div class="line">Or at the casement seen her stand?</div>
<div class="line">Or is she known in all the land,</div>
<div class="line indent2">The Lady of Shalott?</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Only reapers, reaping early</div>
<div class="line">In among the bearded barley,</div>
<div class="line">Hear a song that echoes cheerly</div>
<div class="line">From the river winding clearly,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Down to towered Camelot:</div>
<div class="line">And by moon the reaper weary,</div>
<div class="line">Piling sheaves in upland airy,</div>
<div class="line">Listening, whispers, “’Tis the fairy</div>
<div class="line indent2">Lady of Shalott.”</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="center p120">II.</p>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">There she weaves by night and day</div>
<div class="line">A magic web with colours gay.</div>
<div class="line">She has heard a whisper say,</div>
<div class="line">A curse is on her if she stay</div>
<div class="line indent2">To look down to Camelot.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_260" id="Page_260">260</SPAN></span>
<div class="line">She knows not what the curse may be,</div>
<div class="line">And so she weaveth steadily,</div>
<div class="line">And little other care hath she,</div>
<div class="line indent2">The Lady of Shalott.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">And moving thro’ a mirror clear</div>
<div class="line">That hangs before her all the year,</div>
<div class="line">Shadows of the world appear.</div>
<div class="line">There she sees the highway near</div>
<div class="line indent2">Winding down to Camelot:</div>
<div class="line">There the river eddy whirls,</div>
<div class="line">And there the surly village-churls,</div>
<div class="line">And the red cloaks of market girls,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Pass onward from Shalott.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Sometimes a troop of damsels glad,</div>
<div class="line">An abbot on an ambling pad,</div>
<div class="line">Sometimes a curly shepherd-lad,</div>
<div class="line">Or long-hair’d page in crimson clad,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Goes by to tower’d Camelot:</div>
<div class="line">And sometimes through the mirror blue</div>
<div class="line">The knights come riding two and two:</div>
<div class="line">She hath no loyal knight and true,</div>
<div class="line indent2">The Lady of Shalott.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">But in her web she still delights</div>
<div class="line">To weave the mirror’s magic sights,</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_261" id="Page_261">261</SPAN></span>
<div class="line">For often through the silent nights</div>
<div class="line">A funeral, with plumes and lights</div>
<div class="line indent2">And music, went to Camelot:</div>
<div class="line">Or, when the moon was overhead,</div>
<div class="line">Came two young lovers lately wed;</div>
<div class="line">“I am half sick of shadows,” said</div>
<div class="line indent2">The Lady of Shalott.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="center p120">III.</p>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,</div>
<div class="line">He rode between the barley-sheaves,</div>
<div class="line">The sun came dazzling thro’ the leaves,</div>
<div class="line">And flamed upon the brazen greaves<SPAN name="FNanchor_44_44" id="FNanchor_44_44"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_44_44" class="fnanchor">[44]</SPAN></div>
<div class="line indent2">Of bold Sir Lancelot.</div>
<div class="line">A red-cross knight for ever kneel’d</div>
<div class="line">To a lady in his shield,</div>
<div class="line">That sparkled on the yellow field</div>
<div class="line indent2">Beside remote Shalott.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">The gemmy bridle glitter’d free,</div>
<div class="line">Like to some branch of stars we see</div>
<div class="line">Hung in the golden Galaxy<SPAN name="FNanchor_45_45" id="FNanchor_45_45"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_45_45" class="fnanchor">[45]</SPAN>.</div>
<div class="line">The bridle bells rang merrily</div>
<div class="line indent2">As he rode down to Camelot:</div>
<div class="line">And from his blazon’d baldric<SPAN name="FNanchor_46_46" id="FNanchor_46_46"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_46_46" class="fnanchor">[46]</SPAN> slung</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_262" id="Page_262">262</SPAN></span>
<div class="line">A mighty silver bugle hung,</div>
<div class="line">And as he rode his armour rung,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Beside remote Shalott.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">All in the blue unclouded weather</div>
<div class="line">Thick-jewell’d shone the saddle-leather,</div>
<div class="line">The helmet and the helmet-feather</div>
<div class="line">Burn’d like one burning flame together,</div>
<div class="line indent2">As he rode down to Camelot.</div>
<div class="line">As often thro’ the purple night,</div>
<div class="line">Below the starry clusters bright,</div>
<div class="line">Some bearded meteor, trailing light,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Moves over still Shalott.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">His broad clear brow in sunlight glow’d;</div>
<div class="line">On burnish’d hooves his war-horse trode;</div>
<div class="line">From underneath his helmet flow’d</div>
<div class="line">His coal-black curls as on he rode,</div>
<div class="line indent2">As he rode down to Camelot.</div>
<div class="line">From the bank and from the river</div>
<div class="line">He flash’d into the crystal mirror,</div>
<div class="line">“Tirra lirra,” by the river</div>
<div class="line indent2">Sang Sir Lancelot.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_263" id="Page_263">263</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">She left the web, she left the loom,</div>
<div class="line">She made three paces thro’ the room,</div>
<div class="line">She saw the water-lily bloom,</div>
<div class="line">She saw the helmet and the plume,</div>
<div class="line indent2">She look’d down to Camelot.</div>
<div class="line">Out flew the web and floated wide;</div>
<div class="line">The mirror crack’d from side to side;</div>
<div class="line">“The curse is come upon me,” cried</div>
<div class="line indent2">The Lady of Shalott.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="center p120">IV.</p>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">In the stormy east-wind straining,</div>
<div class="line">The pale yellow woods were waning,</div>
<div class="line">The broad stream in his banks complaining,</div>
<div class="line">Heavily the low sky raining</div>
<div class="line indent2">Over tower’d Camelot;</div>
<div class="line">Down she came and found a boat</div>
<div class="line">Beneath a willow left afloat,</div>
<div class="line">And round about the prow she wrote</div>
<div class="line indent2"><em>The Lady of Shalott</em>.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">And down the river’s dim expanse—</div>
<div class="line">Like some bold seer in a trance,</div>
<div class="line">Seeing all his own mischance—</div>
<div class="line">With a glassy countenance</div>
<div class="line indent2">Did she look to Camelot.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_264" id="Page_264">264</SPAN></span>
<div class="line">And at the closing of the day</div>
<div class="line">She loosed the chain and down she lay;</div>
<div class="line">The broad stream bore her far away,</div>
<div class="line indent2">The Lady of Shalott.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Lying, robed in snowy white</div>
<div class="line">That loosely flew to left and right—</div>
<div class="line">The leaves upon her falling light—</div>
<div class="line">Thro’ the noises of the night</div>
<div class="line indent2">She floated down to Camelot:</div>
<div class="line">And as the boat-head wound along</div>
<div class="line">The willowy hills and fields among,</div>
<div class="line">They heard her singing her last song,</div>
<div class="line indent2">The Lady of Shalott.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Heard a carol, mournful, holy,</div>
<div class="line">Chanted loudly, chanted lowly,</div>
<div class="line">Till her blood was frozen slowly,</div>
<div class="line">And her eyes were darken’d wholly,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Turn’d to tower’d Camelot.</div>
<div class="line">For ere she reached upon the tide</div>
<div class="line">The first house by the water-side,</div>
<div class="line">Singing in her song she died,</div>
<div class="line indent2">The Lady of Shalott.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Under tower and balcony,</div>
<div class="line">By garden-wall and gallery,</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_265" id="Page_265">265</SPAN></span>
<div class="line">A gleaming shape she floated by,</div>
<div class="line">Dead-pale between the houses high,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Silent into Camelot.</div>
<div class="line">Out upon the wharfs they came,</div>
<div class="line">Knight and burgher<SPAN name="FNanchor_47_47" id="FNanchor_47_47"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_47_47" class="fnanchor">[47]</SPAN>, lord and dame,</div>
<div class="line">And round the prow they read her name,</div>
<div class="line indent2"><em>The Lady of Shalott</em>.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Who is this? and what is here?</div>
<div class="line">And in the lighted palace near</div>
<div class="line">Died the sound of royal cheer;</div>
<div class="line">And they cross’d themselves for fear</div>
<div class="line indent2">All the knights at Camelot:</div>
<div class="line">But Lancelot mused a little space;</div>
<div class="line">He said, “She has a lovely face;</div>
<div class="line">God in his mercy lend her grace,</div>
<div class="line indent2">The Lady of Shalott.”</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">Alfred, Lord Tennyson.</p>
<div class="footnote">
<p><SPAN name="Footnote_44_44" id="Footnote_44_44"></SPAN><SPAN href="#FNanchor_44_44"><span class="label">[44]</span></SPAN> <em>greaves</em>: leg-armour below the knee.</p>
</div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><SPAN name="Footnote_45_45" id="Footnote_45_45"></SPAN><SPAN href="#FNanchor_45_45"><span class="label">[45]</span></SPAN> <em>galaxy</em>: the “Milky Way.”</p>
</div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><SPAN name="Footnote_46_46" id="Footnote_46_46"></SPAN><SPAN href="#FNanchor_46_46"><span class="label">[46]</span></SPAN> <em>blazon’d baldric</em>: a broad shoulder-belt painted
heraldically.</p>
</div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><SPAN name="Footnote_47_47" id="Footnote_47_47"></SPAN><SPAN href="#FNanchor_47_47"><span class="label">[47]</span></SPAN> <em>burgher</em>: citizen.</p>
</div>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="The_Forsaken_Merman" id="The_Forsaken_Merman"></SPAN><span class="smcap">The Forsaken Merman</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Come, dear children, let us away;</div>
<div class="line indent2">Down and away below.</div>
<div class="line">Now my brothers call from the bay;</div>
<div class="line">Now the great winds shoreward blow;</div>
<div class="line">Now the salt tides seaward flow;</div>
<div class="line">Now the wild white horses play,</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_266" id="Page_266">266</SPAN></span>
<div class="line">Champ and chafe and toss in the spray.</div>
<div class="line">Children dear, let us away.</div>
<div class="line indent2">This way, this way!</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Call her once before you go—</div>
<div class="line indent2">Call once yet!</div>
<div class="line">In a voice that she will know:</div>
<div class="line indent2">“Margaret! Margaret!”</div>
<div class="line">Children’s voices should be dear</div>
<div class="line">(Call once more) to a mother’s ear;</div>
<div class="line">Children’s voices, wild with pain—</div>
<div class="line">Surely she will come again!</div>
<div class="line">Call her once and come away.</div>
<div class="line indent2">This way, this way!</div>
<div class="line">“Mother dear, we cannot stay!”</div>
<div class="line">The wild white horses foam and fret.</div>
<div class="line indent2">Margaret! Margaret!</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Come, dear children, come away down.</div>
<div class="line indent2">Call no more.</div>
<div class="line">One last look at the white-wall’d town,</div>
<div class="line">And the little grey church on the windy shore.</div>
<div class="line indent2">Then come down.</div>
<div class="line">She will not come though you call all day.</div>
<div class="line indent2">Come away, come away!</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_267" id="Page_267">267</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Children dear, was it yesterday</div>
<div class="line">We heard the sweet bells over the bay?</div>
<div class="line">In the caverns where we lay,</div>
<div class="line">Through the surf and through the swell,</div>
<div class="line">The far-off sound of a silver bell?</div>
<div class="line">Sand-strewn caverns, cool and deep,</div>
<div class="line">Where the winds are all asleep;</div>
<div class="line">Where the spent lights quiver and gleam;</div>
<div class="line">Where the salt weed sways in the stream;</div>
<div class="line">Where the sea-beasts, ranged all round,</div>
<div class="line">Feed in the ooze of their pasture-ground;</div>
<div class="line">Where the sea-snakes coil and twine,</div>
<div class="line">Dry their mail and bask in the brine;</div>
<div class="line">Where great whales come sailing by,</div>
<div class="line">Sail and sail, with unshut eye,</div>
<div class="line">Round the world for ever and aye?</div>
<div class="line">When did music come this way?</div>
<div class="line">Children dear, was it yesterday?</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Children dear, was it yesterday</div>
<div class="line">(Call yet once) that she went away?</div>
<div class="line">Once she sate with you and me,</div>
<div class="line">On a red gold throne in the heart of the sea,</div>
<div class="line">And the youngest sate on her knee.</div>
<div class="line">She combed its bright hair, and she tended it well,</div>
<div class="line">When down swung the sound of a far-off bell.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_268" id="Page_268">268</SPAN></span>
<div class="line">She sigh’d, she look’d up through the clear green sea;</div>
<div class="line">She said: “I must go, for my kinsfolk pray</div>
<div class="line">In the little grey church on the shore to-day,</div>
<div class="line">’Twill be Easter-time in the world—ah me!</div>
<div class="line">And I lose my poor soul, Merman, here with thee.”</div>
<div class="line">I said, “Go up, dear heart, through the waves;</div>
<div class="line">Say thy prayer, and come back to the kind sea-caves.”</div>
<div class="line">She smiled, she went up through the surf in the bay.</div>
<div class="line indent2">Children dear, was it yesterday?</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent2">Children dear, were we long alone?</div>
<div class="line">“The sea grows stormy, the little ones moan.</div>
<div class="line">Long prayers,” I said, “in the world they say.</div>
<div class="line">Come!” I said, and we rose through the surf in the bay.</div>
<div class="line">We went up the beach, by the sandy down</div>
<div class="line">Where the sea-stocks bloom, to the white-walled town.</div>
<div class="line">Through the narrow paved streets, where all was still,</div>
<div class="line">To the little grey church on the windy hill.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_269" id="Page_269">269</SPAN></span>
<div class="line">From the church came a murmur of folk at their prayers,</div>
<div class="line">But we stood without in the cold blowing airs.</div>
<div class="line">We climb’d on the graves, on the stones worn with rains,</div>
<div class="line">And we gazed up the aisle through the small leaded panes.</div>
<div class="line indent2">She sate by the pillar; we saw her clear:</div>
<div class="line indent2">“Margaret, hist! come quick, we are here!</div>
<div class="line indent2">Dear heart,” I said, “we are long alone.</div>
<div class="line indent2">The sea grows stormy, the little ones moan.”</div>
<div class="line">But, ah! she gave me never a look,</div>
<div class="line">For her eyes were sealed to the holy book.</div>
<div class="line">Loud prays the priest; shut stands the door.</div>
<div class="line indent2">Come away, children, call no more.</div>
<div class="line indent2">Come away, come down, call no more.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Down, down, down,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Down to the depths of the sea!</div>
<div class="line">She sits at her wheel in the humming town,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Singing most joyfully.</div>
<div class="line">Hark what she sings: “O joy, O joy,</div>
<div class="line">For the humming street, and the child with its toy!</div>
<div class="line">For the priest, and the bell, and the holy well;</div>
<div class="line indent2">For the wheel where I spun,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And the blessèd light of the sun!”</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_270" id="Page_270">270</SPAN></span>
<div class="line">And so she sings her fill.</div>
<div class="line">Singing most joyfully,</div>
<div class="line">Till the spindle drops from her hand,</div>
<div class="line">And the whizzing wheel stands still.</div>
<div class="line">She steals to the window and looks at the sand,</div>
<div class="line">And over the sand at the sea;</div>
<div class="line">And her eyes are set in a stare;</div>
<div class="line">And anon there breaks a sigh,</div>
<div class="line">And anon there drops a tear,</div>
<div class="line">From a sorrow-clouded eye,</div>
<div class="line">And a heart sorrow-laden,</div>
<div class="line indent2">A long, long sigh</div>
<div class="line">For the cold strange eyes of a little Mermaiden</div>
<div class="line">And the gleam of her golden hair.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Come away, away, children!</div>
<div class="line">Come children, come down!</div>
<div class="line">The hoarse wind blows coldly;</div>
<div class="line">Lights shine in the town.</div>
<div class="line">She will start from her slumber</div>
<div class="line">When gusts shake the door;</div>
<div class="line">She will hear the winds howling,</div>
<div class="line">Will hear the waves roar.</div>
<div class="line">We shall see, while above us</div>
<div class="line">The waves roar and whirl,</div>
<div class="line">A ceiling of amber,</div>
<div class="line">A pavement of pearl.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_271" id="Page_271">271</SPAN></span>
<div class="line">Singing: “Here came a mortal,</div>
<div class="line">But faithless was she:</div>
<div class="line">And alone dwell for ever</div>
<div class="line">The kings of the sea.”</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">But, children, at midnight,</div>
<div class="line">When soft the winds blow,</div>
<div class="line">When clear falls the moonlight,</div>
<div class="line">When spring-tides are low:</div>
<div class="line">When sweet airs come seaward</div>
<div class="line">From heaths starr’d with broom;</div>
<div class="line">And high rocks throw mildly</div>
<div class="line">On the blanch’d sands a gloom:</div>
<div class="line">Up the still, glistening beaches,</div>
<div class="line">Up the creeks we will hie,</div>
<div class="line">Over banks of bright seaweed</div>
<div class="line">The ebb-tide leaves dry.</div>
<div class="line">We will gaze, from the sand-hills,</div>
<div class="line">At the white, sleeping town;</div>
<div class="line">At the church on the hill-side—</div>
<div class="line">And then come back down.</div>
<div class="line">Singing: “There dwells a loved one,</div>
<div class="line indent2">But cruel is she.</div>
<div class="line">She left lonely for ever</div>
<div class="line indent2">The kings of the sea.”</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">Matthew Arnold.</p>
<hr class="divider" />
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_272" id="Page_272">272</SPAN></span></div>
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="The_Legend_Beautiful" id="The_Legend_Beautiful"></SPAN><span class="smcap">The Legend Beautiful</span></h3>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">“Hadst thou stayed, I must have fled!”</div>
<div class="line">That is what the Vision said.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">In his chamber all alone,</div>
<div class="line">Kneeling on the floor of stone,</div>
<div class="line">Prayed the Monk in deep contrition</div>
<div class="line">For his sins of indecision,</div>
<div class="line">Prayed for greater self-denial</div>
<div class="line">In temptation and in trial;</div>
<div class="line">It was noonday by the dial,</div>
<div class="line">And the Monk was all alone.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Suddenly, as if it lighten’d,</div>
<div class="line">An unwonted splendour brighten’d</div>
<div class="line">All within him and without him</div>
<div class="line">In that narrow cell of stone;</div>
<div class="line">And he saw the Blessed Vision</div>
<div class="line">Of our Lord, with light Elysian<SPAN name="FNanchor_48_48" id="FNanchor_48_48"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_48_48" class="fnanchor">[48]</SPAN></div>
<div class="line">Like a vesture wrapped about him,</div>
<div class="line">Like a garment round him thrown.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Not as crucified and slain,</div>
<div class="line">Not in agonies of pain,</div>
<div class="line">Not with bleeding hands and feet,</div>
<div class="line">Did the Monk his Master see;</div>
<div class="line">But as in the village street,</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_273" id="Page_273">273</SPAN></span>
<div class="line">In the house or harvest-field,</div>
<div class="line">Halt and lame and blind he healed,</div>
<div class="line">When he walked in Galilee.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">In an attitude imploring,</div>
<div class="line">Hands upon his bosom crossed,</div>
<div class="line">Wondering, worshipping, adoring,</div>
<div class="line">Knelt the Monk in rapture lost.</div>
<div class="line">Lord, he thought, in heaven that reignest,</div>
<div class="line">Who am I, that thus thou deignest</div>
<div class="line">To reveal thyself to me?</div>
<div class="line">Who am I, that from the centre</div>
<div class="line">Of thy glory thou shouldst enter</div>
<div class="line">This poor cell, my guest to be?</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Then amid his exaltation,</div>
<div class="line">Loud the convent bell appalling,</div>
<div class="line">From its belfry calling, calling,</div>
<div class="line">Rang through court and corridor</div>
<div class="line">With persistent iteration</div>
<div class="line">He had never heard before.</div>
<div class="line">It was now the appointed hour</div>
<div class="line">When alike in sun or shower,</div>
<div class="line">Winter’s cold or summer’s heat,</div>
<div class="line">To the convent portals came</div>
<div class="line">All the blind and halt and lame,</div>
<div class="line">All the beggars of the street,</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_274" id="Page_274">274</SPAN></span>
<div class="line">For their daily dole of food</div>
<div class="line">Dealt them by the brotherhood;</div>
<div class="line">And their almoner<SPAN name="FNanchor_49_49" id="FNanchor_49_49"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_49_49" class="fnanchor">[49]</SPAN> was he</div>
<div class="line">Who upon his bended knee,</div>
<div class="line">Rapt in silent ecstasy</div>
<div class="line">Of divinest self-surrender,</div>
<div class="line">Saw the Vision and the Splendour.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Deep distress and hesitation</div>
<div class="line">Mingled with his adoration;</div>
<div class="line">Should he go or should he stay?</div>
<div class="line">Should he leave the poor to wait</div>
<div class="line">Hungry at the convent gate,</div>
<div class="line">Till the Vision passed away?</div>
<div class="line">Should he slight his radiant guest,</div>
<div class="line">Slight his visitant celestial,</div>
<div class="line">For a crowd of ragged, bestial</div>
<div class="line">Beggars at the convent gate?</div>
<div class="line">Would the Vision there remain?</div>
<div class="line">Would the Vision come again?</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Then a voice within his breast</div>
<div class="line">Whispered, audible and clear,</div>
<div class="line">As if to the outward ear:</div>
<div class="line">“Do thy duty; that is best;</div>
<div class="line">Leave unto thy Lord the rest!”</div>
<div class="line">Straightway to his feet he started,</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_275" id="Page_275">275</SPAN></span>
<div class="line">And with longing look intent</div>
<div class="line">On the Blessed Vision bent,</div>
<div class="line">Slowly from his cell departed,</div>
<div class="line">Slowly on his errand went.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">At the gate the poor were waiting,</div>
<div class="line">Looking through the iron grating,</div>
<div class="line">With that terror in the eye</div>
<div class="line">That is only seen in those</div>
<div class="line">Who amid their wants and woes</div>
<div class="line">Hear the sound of doors that close,</div>
<div class="line">And of feet that pass them by;</div>
<div class="line">Grown familiar with disfavour,</div>
<div class="line">Grown familiar with the savour</div>
<div class="line">Of the bread by which men die!</div>
<div class="line">But to-day, they knew not why,</div>
<div class="line">Like the gate of Paradise</div>
<div class="line">Seemed the convent gate to rise,</div>
<div class="line">Like a sacrament divine</div>
<div class="line">Seemed to them the bread and wine.</div>
<div class="line">In his heart the Monk was praying,</div>
<div class="line">Thinking of the homeless poor,</div>
<div class="line">What they suffer and endure;</div>
<div class="line">What we see not, what we see;</div>
<div class="line">And the inward voice was saying:</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_276" id="Page_276">276</SPAN></span>
<div class="line">“Whatsoever thing thou doest</div>
<div class="line">To the least of mine and lowest,</div>
<div class="line">That thou doest unto me!”</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Unto me! but had the Vision</div>
<div class="line">Come to him in beggar’s clothing,</div>
<div class="line">Come a mendicant imploring,</div>
<div class="line">Would he then have knelt adoring,</div>
<div class="line">Or have listened with derision,</div>
<div class="line">And have turned away with loathing?</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Thus his conscience put the question,</div>
<div class="line">Full of troublesome suggestion,</div>
<div class="line">As at length, with hurried pace,</div>
<div class="line">Towards his cell he turned his face,</div>
<div class="line">And beheld the convent bright</div>
<div class="line">With a supernatural light,</div>
<div class="line">Like a luminous cloud expanding</div>
<div class="line">Over floor and wall and ceiling.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">But he paused with awe-struck feeling</div>
<div class="line">At the threshold of his door,</div>
<div class="line">For the Vision still was standing</div>
<div class="line">As he left it there before,</div>
<div class="line">When the convent bell appalling,</div>
<div class="line">From its belfry calling, calling,</div>
<div class="line">Summoned him to feed the poor.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_277" id="Page_277">277</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Through the long hour intervening</div>
<div class="line">It had waited his return,</div>
<div class="line">And he felt his bosom burn,</div>
<div class="line">Comprehending all the meaning,</div>
<div class="line">When the Blessed Vision said,</div>
<div class="line">“Hadst thou stayed, I must have fled!”</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">H. W. Longfellow.</p>
<div class="footnote">
<p><SPAN name="Footnote_48_48" id="Footnote_48_48"></SPAN><SPAN href="#FNanchor_48_48"><span class="label">[48]</span></SPAN> <em>Elysian</em>: heavenly.</p>
</div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><SPAN name="Footnote_49_49" id="Footnote_49_49"></SPAN><SPAN href="#FNanchor_49_49"><span class="label">[49]</span></SPAN> <em>almoner</em>: giver of alms or charity.</p>
</div>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="Abou_Ben_Adhem" id="Abou_Ben_Adhem"></SPAN><span class="smcap">Abou Ben Adhem</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)</div>
<div class="line">Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,</div>
<div class="line">And saw, within the moonlight in his room,</div>
<div class="line">Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,</div>
<div class="line">An angel writing in a book of gold:—</div>
<div class="line">Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,</div>
<div class="line">And to the presence in the room he said,</div>
<div class="line">“What writest thou?”—The vision rais’d its head,</div>
<div class="line">And with a look made all of sweet accord,</div>
<div class="line">Answer’d, “The names of those that love the Lord.”</div>
<div class="line">“And is mine one?” said Abou. “Nay, not so,”</div>
<div class="line">Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low,</div>
<div class="line">But cheerly still; and said, “I pray thee, then,</div>
<div class="line">Write me as one that loves his fellow men.”</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_278" id="Page_278">278</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night</div>
<div class="line">It came again with a great wakening light,</div>
<div class="line">And show’d the names whom love of God had blest,</div>
<div class="line">And lo! Ben Adhem’s name led all the rest.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">Leigh Hunt.</p>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="The_Sands_of_Dee" id="The_Sands_of_Dee"></SPAN><span class="smcap">The Sands of Dee</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">“O Mary, go and call the cattle home,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And call the cattle home,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And call the cattle home,</div>
<div class="line indent4">Across the sands of Dee”;</div>
<div class="line">The western wind was wild and dank with foam,</div>
<div class="line indent4">And all alone went she.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">The western tide crept up along the sand,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And o’er and o’er the sand,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And round and round the sand,</div>
<div class="line indent4">As far as eye could see.</div>
<div class="line">The rolling mist came down and hid the land:</div>
<div class="line indent4">And never home came she.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_279" id="Page_279">279</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">“O is it weed, or fish, or floating hair—</div>
<div class="line indent2">A tress of golden hair,</div>
<div class="line indent2">A drownèd maiden’s hair,</div>
<div class="line indent4">Above the nets at sea?”</div>
<div class="line">Was never salmon yet that shone so fair</div>
<div class="line indent4">Among the stakes of Dee.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">They rowed her in across the rolling foam,</div>
<div class="line indent2">The cruel crawling foam,</div>
<div class="line indent2">The cruel hungry foam,</div>
<div class="line indent4">To her grave beside the sea.</div>
<div class="line">But still the boatmen hear her call the cattle home,</div>
<div class="line indent4">Across the sands of Dee.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">Charles Kingsley.</p>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="Lochinvar" id="Lochinvar"></SPAN><span class="smcap">Lochinvar</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">O young Lochinvar is come out of the west,</div>
<div class="line">Through all the wide Border his steed was the best,</div>
<div class="line">And save his good broad-sword he weapons had none;</div>
<div class="line">He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone.</div>
<div class="line">So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war,</div>
<div class="line">There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_280" id="Page_280">280</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">He stay’d not for brake, and he stopp’d not for stone,</div>
<div class="line">He swam the Esk river where ford there was none;</div>
<div class="line">But, ere he alighted at Netherby gate,</div>
<div class="line">The bride had consented, the gallant came late:</div>
<div class="line">For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war,</div>
<div class="line">Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">So boldly he entered the Netherby Hall,</div>
<div class="line">Among bride’s-men and kinsmen, and brothers and all:</div>
<div class="line">Then spoke the bride’s father, his hand on his sword</div>
<div class="line">(For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word),</div>
<div class="line">“O come ye in peace here, or come ye in war,</div>
<div class="line">Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar?”</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">“I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied:—</div>
<div class="line">Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide—</div>
<div class="line">And now I am come, with this lost love of mine</div>
<div class="line">To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_281" id="Page_281">281</SPAN></span>
<div class="line">There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by <SPAN name="far" id="far"></SPAN><ins title="Original has period instead of comma">far,</ins></div>
<div class="line">That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.”</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">The bride kiss’d the goblet; the knight took it up,</div>
<div class="line">He quaff’d off the wine, and he threw down the cup;</div>
<div class="line">She look’d down to blush, and she look’d up to sigh,</div>
<div class="line">With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye.</div>
<div class="line">He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar,—</div>
<div class="line">“Now tread we a measure!” said young Lochinvar.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">So stately his form, and so lovely her face,</div>
<div class="line">That never a hall such a galliard<SPAN name="FNanchor_50_50" id="FNanchor_50_50"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_50_50" class="fnanchor">[50]</SPAN> did grace;</div>
<div class="line">While her mother did fret, and her father did fume,</div>
<div class="line">And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume;</div>
<div class="line">And the bride-maidens whisper’d, “’Twere better by far</div>
<div class="line">To have match’d our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.”</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_282" id="Page_282">282</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">One touch to her hand and one word in her ear,</div>
<div class="line">When they reach’d the hall door and the charger stood near;</div>
<div class="line">So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung,</div>
<div class="line">So light to the saddle before her he sprung!</div>
<div class="line">“She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur<SPAN name="FNanchor_51_51" id="FNanchor_51_51"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_51_51" class="fnanchor">[51]</SPAN>;</div>
<div class="line">They’ll have fleet steeds that follow,” quoth young Lochinvar.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">There was mounting ’mong Graemes of the Netherby clan;</div>
<div class="line">Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran:</div>
<div class="line">There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee,</div>
<div class="line">But the lost bride of Netherby ne’er did they see.</div>
<div class="line">So daring in love, and so dauntless in war,</div>
<div class="line">Have ye e’er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">Sir Walter Scott.</p>
<div class="footnote">
<p><SPAN name="Footnote_50_50" id="Footnote_50_50"></SPAN><SPAN href="#FNanchor_50_50"><span class="label">[50]</span></SPAN> <em>galliard</em>: a gay dance.</p>
</div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><SPAN name="Footnote_51_51" id="Footnote_51_51"></SPAN><SPAN href="#FNanchor_51_51"><span class="label">[51]</span></SPAN> <em>scaur</em>: a steep bank.</p>
</div>
<hr class="divider" />
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_283" id="Page_283">283</SPAN></span></div>
<h2><SPAN name="DAY-DREAMS" id="DAY-DREAMS"></SPAN>DAY-DREAMS</h2>
<p><em>This section will appeal to girls rather than to boys. And yet
day-dreams are no bad things for either sex—just now and again, as a
getting away from realities.</em></p>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="Dreams_to_Sell" id="Dreams_to_Sell"></SPAN><span class="smcap">Dreams to Sell</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">If there were dreams to sell,</div>
<div class="line indent2">What would you buy?</div>
<div class="line">Some cost a passing bell;</div>
<div class="line indent2">Some a light sigh,</div>
<div class="line">That shakes from Life’s fresh crown</div>
<div class="line">Only a rose-leaf down.</div>
<div class="line">If there were dreams to sell,</div>
<div class="line">Merry and sad to tell,</div>
<div class="line">And the crier rang the bell,</div>
<div class="line indent2">What would you buy?</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">A cottage lone and still,</div>
<div class="line indent2">With bowers nigh,</div>
<div class="line">Shadowy, my woes to still,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Until I die.</div>
<div class="line">Such pearl from Life’s fresh crown</div>
<div class="line">Fain would I shake me down.</div>
<div class="line">Were dreams to have at will,</div>
<div class="line">This would best heal my ill,</div>
<div class="line indent2">This would I buy.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">T. L. Beddoes.</p>
<hr class="divider" />
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_284" id="Page_284">284</SPAN></span></div>
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="The_Lost_Bower" id="The_Lost_Bower"></SPAN><span class="smcap">The Lost Bower</span></h3>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent6">In the pleasant orchard closes,</div>
<div class="line indent6">“God bless all our gains,” say we;</div>
<div class="line indent6">But “May God bless all our losses,”</div>
<div class="line indent6">Better suits with our degree.—</div>
<div class="line">Listen gentle—ay, and simple! Listen children on the knee!</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent6">Green the land is where my daily</div>
<div class="line indent6">Steps in jocund childhood played—</div>
<div class="line indent6">Dimpled close with hill and valley,</div>
<div class="line indent6">Dappled very close with shade;</div>
<div class="line">Summer-snow of apple blossoms, running up from glade to glade.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent6">There is one hill I see nearer,</div>
<div class="line indent6">In my vision of the rest;</div>
<div class="line indent6">And a little wood seems clearer,</div>
<div class="line indent6">As it climbeth from the west,</div>
<div class="line">Sideway from the tree-locked valley, to the airy upland crest.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent6">Small the wood is, green with hazels,</div>
<div class="line indent6">And, completing the ascent,</div>
<div class="line indent6">Where the wind blows and sun dazzles,</div>
<div class="line indent6">Thrills in leafy tremblement:</div>
<div class="line">Like a heart that, after climbing, beateth quickly through content.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_285" id="Page_285">285</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent6">Not a step the wood advances</div>
<div class="line indent6">O’er the open hill-top’s bound:</div>
<div class="line indent6">There, in green arrest, the branches</div>
<div class="line indent6">See their image on the ground:</div>
<div class="line">You may walk between them smiling, glad with sight and glad with sound.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent6">For you hearken on your right hand,</div>
<div class="line indent6">How the birds do leap and call</div>
<div class="line indent6">In the greenwood, out of sight and</div>
<div class="line indent6">Out of reach and fear of all;</div>
<div class="line">And the squirrels crack the filberts, through their cheerful madrigal.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent6">On your left, the sheep are cropping</div>
<div class="line indent6">The slant grass and daisies pale;</div>
<div class="line indent6">And five apple-trees stand, dropping</div>
<div class="line indent6">Separate shadows toward the vale,</div>
<div class="line">Over which, in choral silence, the hills look you their “All hail!”</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent6">Yet in childhood little prized I</div>
<div class="line indent6">That fair walk and far survey:</div>
<div class="line indent6">’Twas a straight walk, unadvised by</div>
<div class="line indent6">The least mischief worth a nay—</div>
<div class="line">Up and down—as dull as grammar on an eve of holiday!</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_286" id="Page_286">286</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent6">But the wood, all close and clenching</div>
<div class="line indent6">Bough in bough and root in root,—</div>
<div class="line indent6">No more sky (for over-branching)</div>
<div class="line indent6">At your head than at your foot,—</div>
<div class="line">Oh, the wood drew me within it, by a glamour past dispute.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent6">Few and broken paths showed through it,</div>
<div class="line indent6">Where the sheep had tried to run,—</div>
<div class="line indent6">Forced with snowy wool to strew it</div>
<div class="line indent6">Round the thickets, when anon</div>
<div class="line">They with silly thorn-pricked noses bleated back into the sun.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent6">But my childish heart beat stronger</div>
<div class="line indent6">Than those thickets dared to grow:</div>
<div class="line indent6"><em>I</em> could pierce them! <em>I</em> could longer</div>
<div class="line indent6">Travel on, methought, than so!</div>
<div class="line">Sheep for sheep-paths! braver children climb and creep where they would go.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent6">On a day, such pastime keeping,</div>
<div class="line indent6">With a fawn’s heart debonair,</div>
<div class="line indent6">Under-crawling, overleaping</div>
<div class="line indent6">Thorns that prick and boughs that bear,</div>
<div class="line">I stood suddenly astonished—I was gladdened unaware!</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_287" id="Page_287">287</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent6">From the place I stood in, floated</div>
<div class="line indent6">Back the covert dim and close;</div>
<div class="line indent6">And the open ground was suited</div>
<div class="line indent6">Carpet-smooth with grass and moss,</div>
<div class="line">And the blue-bell’s purple presence signed it worthily across.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent6">’Twas a bower for garden fitter,</div>
<div class="line indent6">Than for any woodland wide!</div>
<div class="line indent6">Though a fresh and dewy glitter</div>
<div class="line indent6">Struck it through, from side to side,</div>
<div class="line">Shaped and shaven was the freshness, as by garden-cunning plied.</div>
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<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent6">Rose-trees, either side the door, were</div>
<div class="line indent6">Growing lithe and growing tall;</div>
<div class="line indent6">Each one set a summer warder</div>
<div class="line indent6">For the keeping of the hall,—</div>
<div class="line">With a red rose, and a white rose, leaning, nodding at the wall.</div>
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<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent6">As I entered—mosses hushing</div>
<div class="line indent6">Stole all noises from my foot:</div>
<div class="line indent6">And a round elastic cushion,</div>
<div class="line indent6">Clasped within the linden’s root,</div>
<div class="line">Took me in a chair of silence, very rare and absolute.</div>
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<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent6">So, young muser, I sat listening</div>
<div class="line indent6">To my Fancy’s wildest word—</div>
<div class="line indent6">On a sudden, through the glistening</div>
<div class="line indent6">Leaves around, a little stirred,</div>
<div class="line">Came a sound, a sense of music, which was rather felt than heard.</div>
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<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent6">Softly, finely, it inwound me—</div>
<div class="line indent6">From the world it shut me in,—</div>
<div class="line indent6">Like a fountain falling round me,</div>
<div class="line indent6">Which with silver waters thin</div>
<div class="line">Clips a little marble Naiad, sitting smilingly within.</div>
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<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent6">Whence the music came, who knoweth?</div>
<div class="line indent6"><em>I</em> know nothing. But indeed</div>
<div class="line indent6">Pan or Faunus never bloweth</div>
<div class="line indent6">So much sweetness from a reed</div>
<div class="line">Which has sucked the milk of waters, at the oldest river-head.</div>
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<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent6">Never lark the sun can waken</div>
<div class="line indent6">With such sweetness! when the lark,</div>
<div class="line indent6">The high planets overtaking</div>
<div class="line indent6">In the half-evanished Dark,</div>
<div class="line">Casts his singing to their singing, like an arrow to the mark.</div>
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<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent6">Never nightingale so singeth—</div>
<div class="line indent6">Oh! she leans on thorny tree,</div>
<div class="line indent6">And her poet-soul she flingeth</div>
<div class="line indent6">Over pain to victory!</div>
<div class="line">Yet she never sings such music,—or she sings it not to me!</div>
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<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent6">Never blackbirds, never thrushes,</div>
<div class="line indent6">Nor small finches sing as sweet,</div>
<div class="line indent6">When the sun strikes through the bushes</div>
<div class="line indent6">To their crimson clinging feet,</div>
<div class="line">And their pretty eyes look sideways to the summer heavens complete.</div>
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<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent6">In a child-abstraction lifted,</div>
<div class="line indent6">Straightway from the bower I passed;</div>
<div class="line indent6">Foot and soul being dimly drifted</div>
<div class="line indent6">Through the greenwood, till, at last,</div>
<div class="line">In the hill-top’s open sunshine, I all consciously was cast.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent6">And I said within me, laughing,</div>
<div class="line indent6">I have found a bower to-day,</div>
<div class="line indent6">A green lusus<SPAN name="FNanchor_52_52" id="FNanchor_52_52"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_52_52" class="fnanchor">[52]</SPAN>—fashioned half in</div>
<div class="line indent6">Chance, and half in Nature’s play—</div>
<div class="line">And a little bird sings nigh it, I will never more missay.</div>
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<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent6">Henceforth, <em>I</em> will be the fairy</div>
<div class="line indent6">Of this bower, not built by one;</div>
<div class="line indent6">I will go there, sad or merry,</div>
<div class="line indent6">With each morning’s benison;</div>
<div class="line">And the bird shall be my harper in the dream-hall I have won.</div>
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<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent6">So I said. But the next morning,</div>
<div class="line indent6">(—Child, look up into my face—</div>
<div class="line indent6">’Ware, O sceptic, of your scorning!</div>
<div class="line indent6">This is truth in its pure grace;)</div>
<div class="line">The next morning, all had vanished, or my wandering missed the place.</div>
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<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent6">Day by day, with new desire,</div>
<div class="line indent6">Toward my wood I ran in faith—</div>
<div class="line indent6">Under leaf and over brier—</div>
<div class="line indent6">Through the thickets, out of breath—</div>
<div class="line">Like the prince who rescued Beauty from the sleep as long as death.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent6">But his sword of mettle clashèd,</div>
<div class="line indent6">And his arm smote strong, I ween;</div>
<div class="line indent6">And her dreaming spirit flashèd</div>
<div class="line indent6">Through her body’s fair white screen,</div>
<div class="line">And the light thereof might guide him up the cedarn alleys green.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_291" id="Page_291">291</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent6">But for me, I saw no splendour—</div>
<div class="line indent6">All my sword was my child-heart;</div>
<div class="line indent6">And the wood refused surrender</div>
<div class="line indent6">Of that bower it held apart,</div>
<div class="line">Safe as Œdipus’s grave-place, ’mid Colone’s olives swart.</div>
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<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent6">I have lost—oh many a pleasure—</div>
<div class="line indent6">Many a hope, and many a power—</div>
<div class="line indent6">Studious health and merry leisure—</div>
<div class="line indent6">The first dew on the first flower!</div>
<div class="line">But the first of all my losses was the losing of the bower.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent6">All my losses did I tell you,</div>
<div class="line indent6">Ye, perchance, would look away;—</div>
<div class="line indent6">Ye would answer me, “Farewell! you</div>
<div class="line indent6">Make sad company to-day;</div>
<div class="line">And your tears are falling faster than the bitter words you say.”</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent6">For God placed me like a dial</div>
<div class="line indent6">In the open ground, with power;</div>
<div class="line indent6">And my heart had for its trial,</div>
<div class="line indent6">All the sun and all the shower!</div>
<div class="line">And I suffered many losses; and my first was of the bower.</div>
</div></div>
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<p class="right smcap">Elizabeth Barrett Browning.</p>
<div class="footnote">
<p><SPAN name="Footnote_52_52" id="Footnote_52_52"></SPAN><SPAN href="#FNanchor_52_52"><span class="label">[52]</span></SPAN> <em>lusus</em>: a sport, a freak.</p>
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<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="Echo_and_the_Ferry" id="Echo_and_the_Ferry"></SPAN><span class="smcap">Echo and the Ferry</span></h3>
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<div class="line">Ay, Oliver! I was but seven, and he was eleven;</div>
<div class="line">He looked at me pouting and rosy. I blushed where I stood.</div>
<div class="line">They had told us to play in the orchard (and I only seven!</div>
<div class="line">A small guest at the farm); but he said, “Oh, a girl was no good,”</div>
<div class="line">So he whistled and went, he went over the stile to the wood.</div>
<div class="line">It was sad, it was sorrowful! Only a girl—only seven!</div>
<div class="line">At home in the dark London smoke I had not found it out.</div>
<div class="line">The pear trees looked on in their white, and blue birds flashed about;</div>
<div class="line">And they too were angry as Oliver. Were they eleven?</div>
<div class="line">I thought so. Yes, every one else was eleven—eleven!</div>
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<div class="verse">
<div class="line">So Oliver went, but the cowslips were tall at my feet,</div>
<div class="line">And all the white orchard with fast-falling blossom was littered,</div>
<div class="line">And under and over the branches those little birds twittered,</div>
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<div class="line">While hanging head downwards they scolded because I was seven.</div>
<div class="line">A pity. A very great pity. One should be eleven.</div>
<div class="line">But soon I was happy, the smell of the world was so sweet.</div>
<div class="line">And I saw a round hole in an apple-tree rosy and old.</div>
<div class="line">Then I knew! for I peeped, and I felt it was right they should scold!</div>
<div class="line">Eggs small and eggs many. For gladness I broke into laughter;</div>
<div class="line">And then some one else—oh, how softly! came after, came after</div>
<div class="line">With laughter—with laughter came after.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">So this was the country; clear dazzle of azure and shiver</div>
<div class="line">And whisper of leaves, and a humming all over the tall</div>
<div class="line">White branches, a humming of bees. And I came to the wall—</div>
<div class="line">A little low wall—and looked over, and there was the river,</div>
<div class="line">The lane that led on to the village, and then the sweet river.</div>
<div class="line">Clear-shining and slow, she had far far to go from her snow;</div>
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<div class="line">But each rush gleamed a sword in the sunlight to guard her long flow,</div>
<div class="line">And she murmured methought, with a speech very soft, very low—</div>
<div class="line">“The ways will be long, but the days will be long,” quoth the river,</div>
<div class="line">“To me a long liver, long, long!” quoth the river—the river.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">I dreamed of the country that night, of the orchard, the sky,</div>
<div class="line">The voice that had mocked coming after and over and under.</div>
<div class="line">But at last—in a day or two namely—Eleven and I</div>
<div class="line">Were very fast friends, and to him I confided the wonder.</div>
<div class="line">He said that was Echo. “Was Echo a wise kind of bee</div>
<div class="line">That had learned how to laugh: could it laugh in one’s ear and then fly,</div>
<div class="line">And laugh again yonder?” “No; Echo”—he whispered it low—</div>
<div class="line">“Was a woman, they said, but a woman whom no one could see</div>
<div class="line">And no one could find; and he did not believe it, not he,</div>
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<div class="line">But he could not get near for the river that held us asunder.</div>
<div class="line">Yet I that had money—a shilling, a whole silver shilling—</div>
<div class="line">We might cross if I thought I would spend it.” “Oh yes, I was willing”—</div>
<div class="line">And we ran hand in hand, we ran down to the ferry, the ferry,</div>
<div class="line">And we heard how she mocked at the folk with a voice clear and merry</div>
<div class="line">When they called for the ferry; but oh! she was very—was very</div>
<div class="line">Swift-footed. She spoke and was gone; and when Oliver cried,</div>
<div class="line">“Hie over! hie over! you man of the ferry—the ferry!”</div>
<div class="line">By the still water’s side she was heard far and wide—she replied,</div>
<div class="line">And she mocked in her voice sweet and merry “You man of the ferry,</div>
<div class="line">You man of—you man of the ferry!”</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">“Hie over!” he shouted. The ferryman came at his calling,</div>
<div class="line">Across the clear reed-bordered river he ferried us fast;—</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_296" id="Page_296">296</SPAN></span>
<div class="line">Such a chase! Hand in hand, foot to foot, we ran on; it surpassed</div>
<div class="line">All measure her doubling—so close, then so far away falling,</div>
<div class="line">Then gone, and no more. Oh! to see her but once unaware,</div>
<div class="line">And the mouth that had mocked, but we might not (yet sure she was there!)</div>
<div class="line">Nor behold her wild eyes and her mystical countenance fair.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">We sought in the wood, and we found the wood-wren in her stead;</div>
<div class="line">In the field, and we found but the cuckoo that talked overhead;</div>
<div class="line">By the brook, and we found the reed-sparrow deep-nested, in brown—</div>
<div class="line">Not Echo, fair Echo! for Echo, sweet Echo! was flown.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">So we came to the place where the dead people wait till God call.</div>
<div class="line">The church was among them, grey moss over roof, over wall.</div>
<div class="line">Very silent, so low. And we stood on a green grassy mound</div>
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<div class="line">And looked in at a window, for Echo, perhaps, in her round</div>
<div class="line">Might have come in to hide there. But no; every oak carven seat</div>
<div class="line">Was empty. We saw the great Bible—old, old, very old,</div>
<div class="line">And the parson’s great Prayer-book beside it; we heard the slow beat</div>
<div class="line">Of the pendulum swing in the tower; we saw the clear gold</div>
<div class="line">Of a sunbeam float down to the aisle and then waver and play</div>
<div class="line">On the low chancel step and the railing, and Oliver said,</div>
<div class="line">“Look, Katie! Look, Katie! when Lettice came here to be wed</div>
<div class="line">She stood where that sunbeam drops down, and all white was her gown;</div>
<div class="line">And she stepped upon flowers they strewed for her.” Then quoth small Seven,</div>
<div class="line">“Shall I wear a white gown and have flowers to walk upon ever?”</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">All doubtful: “It takes a long time to grow up,” quoth Eleven;</div>
<div class="line">“You’re so little, you know, and the church is so old, it can never</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_298" id="Page_298">298</SPAN></span>
<div class="line">Last on till you’re tall.” And in whispers—because it was old,</div>
<div class="line">And holy, and fraught with strange meaning, half felt, but not told,</div>
<div class="line">Full of old parsons’ prayers, who were dead, of old days, of old folk</div>
<div class="line">Neither heard nor beheld, but about us, in whispers we spoke.</div>
<div class="line">Then we went from it softly, and ran hand in hand to the strand,</div>
<div class="line">While bleating of flocks and birds piping made sweeter the land,</div>
<div class="line">And Echo came back e’en as Oliver drew to the ferry,</div>
<div class="line">“O Katie!” “O Katie!” “Come on, then!” “Come on, then!” “For, see,</div>
<div class="line">The round sun, all red, lying low by the tree”—“by the tree.”</div>
<div class="line">“By the tree.” Ay, she mocked him again, with her voice sweet and merry:</div>
<div class="line">“Hie over!” “Hie over!” “You man of the ferry”—“the ferry.”</div>
<div class="line">“You man of the ferry—you man of—you man of—the ferry.”</div>
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<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Ay, here—it was here that we woke her, the Echo of old;</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_299" id="Page_299">299</SPAN></span>
<div class="line">All life of that day seems an echo, and many times told.</div>
<div class="line">Shall I cross by the ferry to-morrow, and come in my white</div>
<div class="line">To that little old church? and will Oliver meet me anon?</div>
<div class="line">Will it all seem an echo from childhood passed over—passed on?</div>
<div class="line">Will the grave parson bless us? Hark, hark! in the dim failing light</div>
<div class="line">I hear her! As then the child’s voice clear and high, sweet and merry</div>
<div class="line">Now she mocks the man’s tone with “Hie over! Hie over the ferry!”</div>
<div class="line">“And Katie.” “And Katie.” “Art out with the glowworms to-night,</div>
<div class="line">My Katie?” “My Katie.” For gladness I break into laughter</div>
<div class="line">And tears. Then it all comes again as from far-away years;</div>
<div class="line">Again, some one else—Oh, how softly!—with laughter comes after,</div>
<div class="line">Comes after—with laughter comes after.</div>
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<p class="right smcap">Jean Ingelow.</p>
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<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_300" id="Page_300">300</SPAN></span></div>
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="Poor_Susans_Dream" id="Poor_Susans_Dream"></SPAN><span class="smcap">Poor Susan’s Dream</span></h3>
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<div class="verse">
<div class="line">At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears,</div>
<div class="line">Hangs a thrush that sings loud, it has sung for three years:</div>
<div class="line">Poor Susan has passed by the spot, and has heard</div>
<div class="line">In the silence of morning the song of the bird.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">’Tis a note of enchantment; what ails her? She sees</div>
<div class="line">A mountain ascending, a vision of trees;</div>
<div class="line">Bright volumes of vapour through Lothbury glide,</div>
<div class="line">And a river flows on through the vale of Cheapside.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Green pastures she views in the midst of the dale</div>
<div class="line">Down which she so often has tripp’d with her pail;</div>
<div class="line">And a single small cottage, a nest like a dove’s,</div>
<div class="line">The one only dwelling on earth that she loves.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_301" id="Page_301">301</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">She looks, and her heart is in heaven: but they fade,</div>
<div class="line">The mist and the river, the hill and the shade;</div>
<div class="line">The stream will not flow, and the hill will not rise,</div>
<div class="line">And the colours have all passed away from her eyes!</div>
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<p class="right smcap">William Wordsworth.</p>
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<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="Fancy" id="Fancy"></SPAN><span class="smcap">Fancy</span></h3></div>
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<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Tell me where is Fancy bred,</div>
<div class="line">Or in the heart or in the head?</div>
<div class="line">How begot, how nourishèd?</div>
<div class="line indent4">Reply, reply.</div>
<div class="line">It is engender’d in the eyes,</div>
<div class="line">With gazing fed; and Fancy dies</div>
<div class="line">In the cradle where it lies.</div>
<div class="line indent2">Let us all ring Fancy’s knell:</div>
<div class="line indent2">I’ll begin it,—Ding, dong, bell.</div>
<div class="line">Ding, dong, bell.</div>
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</div>
<p class="right smcap">Shakespeare.</p>
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<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_302" id="Page_302">302</SPAN></span></div>
<h2><SPAN name="TWO_HOME-COMINGS" id="TWO_HOME-COMINGS"></SPAN>TWO HOME-COMINGS</h2>
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<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="The_Good_Woman_Made_Welcome_in_Heaven" id="The_Good_Woman_Made_Welcome_in_Heaven"></SPAN><span class="smcap">1. The Good Woman Made Welcome in Heaven</span></h3></div>
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<div class="line">Angels, thy old friends, there shall greet thee,</div>
<div class="line">Glad at their own home now to meet thee.</div>
<div class="line">All thy good works which went before,</div>
<div class="line">And waited for thee at the door,</div>
<div class="line">Shall own thee there; and all in one</div>
<div class="line">Weave a constellation</div>
<div class="line">Of crowns, with which the King, thy spouse,</div>
<div class="line">Shall build up thy triumphant brows.</div>
<div class="line">All thy old woes shall now smile on thee,</div>
<div class="line">And thy pains sit bright upon thee:</div>
<div class="line">All thy sorrows here shall shine,</div>
<div class="line">And thy sufferings be divine.</div>
<div class="line">Tears shall take comfort, and turn gems,</div>
<div class="line">And wrongs repent to diadems.</div>
<div class="line">Even thy deaths shall live, and new</div>
<div class="line">Dress the soul which late they slew.</div>
<div class="line">Thy wounds shall blush to such bright scars</div>
<div class="line">As keep account of the Lamb’s wars.</div>
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</div>
<p class="right smcap">Richard Crashaw.</p>
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<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_303" id="Page_303">303</SPAN></span></div>
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="The_Soldier_Relieved" id="The_Soldier_Relieved"></SPAN><span class="smcap">2. The Soldier Relieved</span></h3>
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<div class="verse">
<div class="line">I’d like now, yet had haply been afraid,</div>
<div class="line">To have just looked, when this man came to die,</div>
<div class="line">And seen who lined the clean gay garret sides,</div>
<div class="line">And stood about the neat low truckle-bed,</div>
<div class="line">With the heavenly manner of relieving guard.</div>
<div class="line">Here had been, mark, the general-in-chief,</div>
<div class="line">Thro’ a whole campaign of the world’s life and death,</div>
<div class="line">Doing the King’s work all the dim day long,</div>
<div class="line">In his old coat and up to knees in mud,</div>
<div class="line">Smoked like a herring, dining on a crust,—</div>
<div class="line">And, now the day was won, relieved at once!</div>
<div class="line">No further show or need of that old coat,</div>
<div class="line">You are sure, for one thing! Bless us, all the while</div>
<div class="line">How sprucely we are dressed out, you and I!</div>
<div class="line">A second, and the angels alter that.</div>
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</div>
<p class="right smcap">Robert Browning.</p>
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<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_304" id="Page_304">304</SPAN></span></div>
<h2><SPAN name="WHEN_KNIGHTS_WERE_BOLD" id="WHEN_KNIGHTS_WERE_BOLD"></SPAN>WHEN KNIGHTS WERE BOLD</h2>
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<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="Hunting_Song" id="Hunting_Song"></SPAN><span class="smcap">Hunting Song</span></h3></div>
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<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Waken, lords and ladies gay,</div>
<div class="line">On the mountain dawns the day,</div>
<div class="line">All the jolly chase is here,</div>
<div class="line">With horse, and hawk, and hunting spear!</div>
<div class="line">Hounds are in their couples yelling,</div>
<div class="line">Hawks are whistling, horns are knelling<SPAN name="FNanchor_53_53" id="FNanchor_53_53"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_53_53" class="fnanchor">[53]</SPAN>.</div>
<div class="line">Merrily, merrily, mingle they,</div>
<div class="line">“Waken, lords and ladies gay.”</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Waken, lords and ladies gay,</div>
<div class="line">The mist has left the mountain grey,</div>
<div class="line">Springlets in the dawn are steaming,</div>
<div class="line">Diamonds on the brake<SPAN name="FNanchor_54_54" id="FNanchor_54_54"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_54_54" class="fnanchor">[54]</SPAN> are gleaming,</div>
<div class="line">And foresters have busy been</div>
<div class="line">To track the buck in thicket green;</div>
<div class="line">Now we come to chant our lay,</div>
<div class="line">“Waken, lords and ladies gay.”</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Waken, lords and ladies gay,</div>
<div class="line">To the greenwood haste away;</div>
<div class="line">We can show you where he lies,</div>
<div class="line">Fleet of foot, and tall of size;</div>
<div class="line">We can show the marks he made</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_305" id="Page_305">305</SPAN></span>
<div class="line">When ’gainst the oak his antlers<SPAN name="FNanchor_55_55" id="FNanchor_55_55"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_55_55" class="fnanchor">[55]</SPAN> frayed;</div>
<div class="line">You shall see him brought to bay;</div>
<div class="line">“Waken, lords and ladies gay.”</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Louder, louder chant the lay,</div>
<div class="line">Waken, lords and ladies gay!</div>
<div class="line">Tell them youth, and mirth, and glee,</div>
<div class="line">Run a course as well as we;</div>
<div class="line">Time, stern huntsman! who can baulk,</div>
<div class="line">Stanch as hound, and fleet as hawk?</div>
<div class="line">Think of this, and rise with day,</div>
<div class="line">Gentle lords and ladies gay!</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">Sir Walter Scott.</p>
<div class="footnote">
<p><SPAN name="Footnote_53_53" id="Footnote_53_53"></SPAN><SPAN href="#FNanchor_53_53"><span class="label">[53]</span></SPAN> <em>knelling</em>: sounding like a bell.</p>
</div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><SPAN name="Footnote_54_54" id="Footnote_54_54"></SPAN><SPAN href="#FNanchor_54_54"><span class="label">[54]</span></SPAN> <em>brake</em>: fern, bracken.</p>
</div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><SPAN name="Footnote_55_55" id="Footnote_55_55"></SPAN><SPAN href="#FNanchor_55_55"><span class="label">[55]</span></SPAN> <em>antlers</em>: horns.</p>
</div>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="The_Riding_to_the_Tournament" id="The_Riding_to_the_Tournament"></SPAN><span class="smcap">The Riding to the Tournament</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Over meadows purple-flowered,</div>
<div class="line">Through the dark lanes oak-embowered,</div>
<div class="line">Over commons dry and brown,</div>
<div class="line">Through the silent red-roofed town,</div>
<div class="line">Past the reapers and the sheaves,</div>
<div class="line">Over white roads strewn with leaves,</div>
<div class="line">By the gipsy’s ragged tent,</div>
<div class="line">Rode we to the Tournament.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_306" id="Page_306">306</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Over clover wet with dew,</div>
<div class="line">Whence the sky-lark, startled, flew,</div>
<div class="line">Through brown fallows, where the hare</div>
<div class="line">Leapt up from its subtle lair,</div>
<div class="line">Past the mill-stream and the reeds</div>
<div class="line">Where the stately heron feeds,</div>
<div class="line">By the warren’s sunny wall,</div>
<div class="line">Where the dry leaves shake and fall,</div>
<div class="line">By the hall’s ancestral trees,</div>
<div class="line">Bent and writhing in the breeze,</div>
<div class="line">Rode we all with one intent,</div>
<div class="line">Gaily to the Tournament.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Golden sparkles, flashing gem,</div>
<div class="line">Lit the robes of each of them,</div>
<div class="line">Cloak of velvet, robe of silk,</div>
<div class="line">Mantle snowy-white as milk,</div>
<div class="line">Rings upon our bridle-hand,</div>
<div class="line">Jewels on our belt and band,</div>
<div class="line">Bells upon our golden reins,</div>
<div class="line">Tinkling spurs and shining chains—</div>
<div class="line">In such merry mob we went</div>
<div class="line">Riding to the Tournament.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Laughing voices, scraps of song,</div>
<div class="line">Lusty music loud and strong,</div>
<div class="line">Rustling of the banners blowing,</div>
<div class="line">Whispers as of rivers flowing.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_307" id="Page_307">307</SPAN></span>
<div class="line">Whistle of the hawks we bore</div>
<div class="line">As they rise and as they soar,</div>
<div class="line">Now and then a clash of drums</div>
<div class="line">As the rabble louder hums,</div>
<div class="line">Now and then a burst of horns</div>
<div class="line">Sounding over brooks and bourns,</div>
<div class="line">As in merry guise we went</div>
<div class="line">Riding to the Tournament.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">There were abbots fat and sleek,</div>
<div class="line">Nuns in couples, pale and meek,</div>
<div class="line">Jugglers tossing cups and knives,</div>
<div class="line">Yeomen with their buxom wives,</div>
<div class="line">Pages playing with the curls</div>
<div class="line">Of the rosy village girls,</div>
<div class="line">Grizzly knights with faces scarred,</div>
<div class="line">Staring through their vizors barred,</div>
<div class="line">Huntsmen cheering with a shout</div>
<div class="line">At the wild stag breaking out,</div>
<div class="line">Harper, stately as a king,</div>
<div class="line">Touching now and then a string,</div>
<div class="line">As our revel laughing went</div>
<div class="line">To the solemn Tournament.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Charger with the massy chest,</div>
<div class="line">Foam-spots flecking mane and breast,</div>
<div class="line">Pacing stately, pawing ground,</div>
<div class="line">Fretting for the trumpet’s sound,</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_308" id="Page_308">308</SPAN></span>
<div class="line">White and sorrel, roan and bay,</div>
<div class="line">Dappled, spotted, black, and grey,</div>
<div class="line">Palfreys snowy as the dawn,</div>
<div class="line">Ponies sallow as the fawn,</div>
<div class="line">All together neighing went</div>
<div class="line">Trampling to the Tournament.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Long hair scattered in the wind,</div>
<div class="line">Curls that flew a yard behind,</div>
<div class="line">Flags that struggled like a bird</div>
<div class="line">Chained and restive—not a word</div>
<div class="line">But half buried in a laugh;</div>
<div class="line">And the lance’s gilded staff</div>
<div class="line">Shaking when the bearer shook</div>
<div class="line">At the jester’s merry look,</div>
<div class="line">As he grins upon his mule,</div>
<div class="line">Like an urchin leaving school,</div>
<div class="line">Shaking bauble, tossing bells,</div>
<div class="line">At the merry jest he tells,—</div>
<div class="line">So in happy mood we went,</div>
<div class="line">Laughing to the Tournament.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">What a bustle at the inn,</div>
<div class="line">What a stir, without—within;</div>
<div class="line">Filling flagons, brimming bowls</div>
<div class="line">For a hundred thirsty souls;</div>
<div class="line">Froth in snow-flakes flowing down,</div>
<div class="line">From the pitcher big and brown,</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_309" id="Page_309">309</SPAN></span>
<div class="line">While the tankards brim and bubble</div>
<div class="line">With the balm for human trouble;</div>
<div class="line">How the maiden coyly sips,</div>
<div class="line">How the yeoman wipes his lips,</div>
<div class="line">How the old knight drains the cup</div>
<div class="line">Slowly and with calmness up,</div>
<div class="line">And the abbot, with a prayer,</div>
<div class="line">Fills the silver goblet rare,</div>
<div class="line">Praying to the saints for strength</div>
<div class="line">As he holds it at arm’s length;</div>
<div class="line">How the jester spins the bowl</div>
<div class="line">On his thumb, then quaffs the whole;</div>
<div class="line">How the pompous steward bends</div>
<div class="line">And bows to half-a-dozen friends,</div>
<div class="line">As in a thirsty mood we went</div>
<div class="line">Duly to the Tournament.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Then again the country over</div>
<div class="line">Through the stubble and the clover,</div>
<div class="line">By the crystal-dropping springs,</div>
<div class="line">Where the road dust clogs and clings</div>
<div class="line">To the pearl-leaf of the rose,</div>
<div class="line">Where the tawdry nightshade blows,</div>
<div class="line">And the bramble twines its chains</div>
<div class="line">Through the sunny village lanes,</div>
<div class="line">Where the thistle sheds its seed,</div>
<div class="line">And the goldfinch loves to feed,</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_310" id="Page_310">310</SPAN></span>
<div class="line">By the milestone green with moss,</div>
<div class="line">By the broken wayside cross,</div>
<div class="line">In a merry band we went</div>
<div class="line">Shouting to the Tournament.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Pilgrims with their hood and cowl,</div>
<div class="line">Pursy burghers cheek by jowl,</div>
<div class="line">Archers with their peacock’s wing</div>
<div class="line">Fitting to the waxen string,</div>
<div class="line">Pedlars with their pack and bags,</div>
<div class="line">Beggars with their coloured rags,</div>
<div class="line">Silent monks, whose stony eyes</div>
<div class="line">Rest in trance upon the skies,</div>
<div class="line">Children sleeping at the breast,</div>
<div class="line">Merchants from the distant West,</div>
<div class="line">All in gay confusion went</div>
<div class="line">To the royal Tournament.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Players with the painted face</div>
<div class="line">And a drunken man’s grimace,</div>
<div class="line">Grooms who praise their raw-boned steeds,</div>
<div class="line">Old wives telling maple beads,—</div>
<div class="line">Blackbirds from the hedges broke,</div>
<div class="line">Black crows from the beeches croak,</div>
<div class="line">Glossy swallows in dismay</div>
<div class="line">From the mill-stream fled away,</div>
<div class="line">The angry swan, with ruffled breast,</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_311" id="Page_311">311</SPAN></span>
<div class="line">Frowned upon her osier nest,</div>
<div class="line">The wren hopped restless on the brake,</div>
<div class="line">The otter made the sedges shake,</div>
<div class="line">The butterfly before our rout</div>
<div class="line">Flew like a blossom blown about,</div>
<div class="line">The coloured leaves, a globe of life,</div>
<div class="line">Spun round and scattered as in strife,</div>
<div class="line">Sweeping down the narrow lane</div>
<div class="line">Like the slant shower of the rain,</div>
<div class="line">The lark in terror, from the sod,</div>
<div class="line">Flew up and straight appealed to God,</div>
<div class="line">As a noisy band we went</div>
<div class="line">Trotting to the Tournament.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">But when we saw the holy town,</div>
<div class="line">With its river and its down,</div>
<div class="line">Then the drums began to beat</div>
<div class="line">And the flutes piped mellow sweet;</div>
<div class="line">Then the deep and full bassoon</div>
<div class="line">Murmured like a wood in June,</div>
<div class="line">And the fifes, so sharp and bleak,</div>
<div class="line">All at once began to speak.</div>
<div class="line">Hear the trumpets clear and loud,</div>
<div class="line">Full-tongued, eloquent and proud,</div>
<div class="line">And the dulcimer that ranges</div>
<div class="line">Through such wild and plaintive changes;</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_312" id="Page_312">312</SPAN></span>
<div class="line">Merry sounds the jester’s shawm<SPAN name="FNanchor_56_56" id="FNanchor_56_56"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_56_56" class="fnanchor">[56]</SPAN>,</div>
<div class="line">To our gladness giving form;</div>
<div class="line">And the shepherd’s chalumeau<SPAN name="FNanchor_57_57" id="FNanchor_57_57"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_57_57" class="fnanchor">[57]</SPAN>,</div>
<div class="line">Rich and soft and sad and low;</div>
<div class="line">Hark! the bagpipes squeak and groan—</div>
<div class="line">Every herdsman has his own;</div>
<div class="line">So in measured step we went</div>
<div class="line">Pacing to the Tournament.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">All at once the chimes break out,</div>
<div class="line">Then we hear the townsmen shout,</div>
<div class="line">And the morris-dancers’ bells</div>
<div class="line">Tinkling in the grassy dells;</div>
<div class="line">The bell thunder from the tower</div>
<div class="line">Adds its sound of doom and power,</div>
<div class="line">As the cannon’s loud salute</div>
<div class="line">For a moment made us mute;</div>
<div class="line">Then again the laugh and joke</div>
<div class="line">On the startled silence broke;—</div>
<div class="line">Thus in merry mood we went</div>
<div class="line">Laughing to the Tournament.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">G. W. Thornbury.</p>
<div class="footnote">
<p><SPAN name="Footnote_56_56" id="Footnote_56_56"></SPAN><SPAN href="#FNanchor_56_56"><span class="label">[56]</span></SPAN> <em>shawm</em>: reed pipe.</p>
</div>
<div class="footnote">
<p><SPAN name="Footnote_57_57" id="Footnote_57_57"></SPAN><SPAN href="#FNanchor_57_57"><span class="label">[57]</span></SPAN> <em>chalumeau</em>: reed pipe.</p>
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<hr class="divider" />
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_313" id="Page_313">313</SPAN></span></div>
<h2><SPAN name="VARIOUS2" id="VARIOUS2"></SPAN>VARIOUS</h2>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="A_Red_Red_Rose" id="A_Red_Red_Rose"></SPAN><span class="smcap">A Red, Red Rose</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">O, my love is like a red, red rose,</div>
<div class="line indent2">That’s newly sprung in June:</div>
<div class="line">O, my love is like the melody</div>
<div class="line indent2">That’s sweetly play’d in tune.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,</div>
<div class="line indent2">So deep in love am I,</div>
<div class="line">And I will love thee still, my dear,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Till all the seas gang<SPAN name="FNanchor_58_58" id="FNanchor_58_58"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_58_58" class="fnanchor">[58]</SPAN> dry.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Till all the seas gang dry, my dear,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And the rocks melt wi’ the sun!</div>
<div class="line">And I will love thee still, my dear,</div>
<div class="line indent2">While the sands o’ life shall run.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">And fare thee well, my only love,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And fare thee well a while!</div>
<div class="line">And I will come again, my love,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Tho’ it were ten thousand mile!</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">Robert Burns.</p>
<div class="footnote">
<p><SPAN name="Footnote_58_58" id="Footnote_58_58"></SPAN><SPAN href="#FNanchor_58_58"><span class="label">[58]</span></SPAN> <em>gang</em>: go.</p>
</div>
<hr class="divider" />
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_314" id="Page_314">314</SPAN></span></div>
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="Blow_Bugle_Blow" id="Blow_Bugle_Blow"></SPAN><span class="smcap">Blow, Bugle, Blow</span></h3>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent2">The splendour falls on castle walls</div>
<div class="line indent4">And snowy summits old in story:</div>
<div class="line indent2">The long light shakes across the lakes,</div>
<div class="line indent4">And the wild cataract leaps in glory.</div>
<div class="line">Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,</div>
<div class="line">Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent2">O hark, O hear! how thin and clear,</div>
<div class="line indent4">And thinner, clearer, farther going!</div>
<div class="line indent2">O sweet and far from cliff and scar<SPAN name="FNanchor_59_59" id="FNanchor_59_59"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_59_59" class="fnanchor">[59]</SPAN></div>
<div class="line indent4">The horns of Elfland faintly blowing!</div>
<div class="line">Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying:</div>
<div class="line">Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent2">O love, they die in yon rich sky,</div>
<div class="line indent4">They faint on hill or field or river:</div>
<div class="line indent2">Our echoes roll from soul to soul,</div>
<div class="line indent6">And grow for ever and for ever.</div>
<div class="line">Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,</div>
<div class="line">And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">Alfred, Lord Tennyson.</p>
<div class="footnote">
<p><SPAN name="Footnote_59_59" id="Footnote_59_59"></SPAN><SPAN href="#FNanchor_59_59"><span class="label">[59]</span></SPAN> <em>scar</em>: a crag, a precipice.</p>
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<hr class="divider" />
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_315" id="Page_315">315</SPAN></span></div>
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="West_and_East" id="West_and_East"></SPAN><span class="smcap">West and East</span></h3>
<p><em>Rome is chiefly known to young readers through the medium of
Macaulay’s spirited “Lays,” which, however, are only a re-telling,
in English ballad form, of some of the legends which survived into
historical times concerning the infant city, about which nothing
certain is known. They give no idea of the Rome of history, the
world-power, or of the brooding immensity of her influence through
centuries. This and the following poem illustrate, to some slight
extent, the later Rome.</em></p>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">In his cool hall, with haggard eyes,</div>
<div class="line indent2">The Roman noble lay;</div>
<div class="line">He drove abroad, in furious guise,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Along the Appian way.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">He made a feast, drank fierce and fast,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And crown’d his hair with flowers—</div>
<div class="line">No easier nor no quicker pass’d</div>
<div class="line indent2">The impracticable hours.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">The brooding East with awe beheld</div>
<div class="line indent2">Her impious younger world.</div>
<div class="line">The Roman tempest swell’d and swell’d,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And on her head was hurled.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_316" id="Page_316">316</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">The East bow’d low before the blast</div>
<div class="line indent2">In patient, deep disdain;</div>
<div class="line">She let the legions thunder past,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And plunged in thought again.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">Matthew Arnold.</p>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="Genseric" id="Genseric"></SPAN><span class="smcap">Genseric</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Genseric, King of the Vandals, who, having laid waste seven lands,</div>
<div class="line">From Tripolis far as Tangier, from the sea to the great desert sands,</div>
<div class="line">Was lord of the Moor and the African,—thirsting anon for new slaughter,</div>
<div class="line">Sail’d out of Carthage, and sail’d o’er the Mediterranean water;</div>
<div class="line">Plunder’d Palermo, seiz’d Sicily, sack’d the Lucanian coast,</div>
<div class="line">And paused, and said, laughing, “Where next?”</div>
<div class="line indent10">Then there came to the Vandal a Ghost</div>
<div class="line">From the Shadowy Land that lies hid and unknown in the Darkness Below.</div>
<div class="line">And answered, “To Rome!”</div>
<div class="line indent10">Said the King to the Ghost, “And whose envoy art thou?</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_317" id="Page_317">317</SPAN></span>
<div class="line">Whence com’st thou? and name me his name that hath sent thee: and say what is thine.”</div>
<div class="line">“From far: and His name that hath sent me is God,” the Ghost answered, “and mine</div>
<div class="line">Was Hannibal once, ere thou wast: and the name that I now have is Fate.</div>
<div class="line">But arise, and be swift, and return. For God waits, and the moment is late.”</div>
<div class="line">And, “I go,” said the Vandal. And went. When at last to the gates he was come,</div>
<div class="line">Loud he knock’d with his fierce iron fist. And full drowsily answer’d him Rome.</div>
<div class="line">“Who is it that knocketh so loud? Get thee hence. Let me be. For ’tis late.”</div>
<div class="line">“Thou art wanted,” cried Genseric. “Open! His name that hath sent me is Fate,</div>
<div class="line">And mine, who knock late, Retribution.”</div>
<div class="line indent10">Rome gave him her glorious things;</div>
<div class="line">The keys she had conquer’d from kingdoms: the crowns she had wrested from kings:</div>
<div class="line">And Genseric bore them away into Carthage, avenged thus on Rome,</div>
<div class="line">And paused, and said, laughing, “Where next?”</div>
<div class="line indent10">And again the Ghost answer’d him, “Home!</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_318" id="Page_318">318</SPAN></span>
<div class="line">For now God doth need thee no longer.”</div>
<div class="line indent10">“Where leadest thou me by the hand?”</div>
<div class="line">Cried the King to the Ghost. And the Ghost answer’d, “Into the Shadowy Land.”</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">Owen Meredith.</p>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="Kubla_Khan" id="Kubla_Khan"></SPAN><span class="smcap">Kubla Khan</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent2">In Xanadu did Kubla Khan</div>
<div class="line indent4">A stately pleasure-dome decree:</div>
<div class="line indent2">Where Alph, the sacred river, ran</div>
<div class="line indent2">Through caverns measureless to man</div>
<div class="line indent4">Down to a sunless sea.</div>
<div class="line indent2">So twice five miles of fertile ground</div>
<div class="line indent2">With walls and towers were girdled round:</div>
<div class="line">And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills</div>
<div class="line">Where blossom’d many an incense-bearing tree;</div>
<div class="line">And here were forests ancient as the hills,</div>
<div class="line">Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.</div>
<div class="line">But O, that deep romantic chasm which slanted</div>
<div class="line">Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!</div>
<div class="line">A savage place! as holy and enchanted</div>
<div class="line">As e’er beneath a waning moon was haunted</div>
<div class="line">By woman wailing for her demon-lover!</div>
<div class="line">And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_319" id="Page_319">319</SPAN></span>
<div class="line">As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,</div>
<div class="line">A mighty fountain momently was forced;</div>
<div class="line">Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst</div>
<div class="line">Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,</div>
<div class="line">Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher’s flail:</div>
<div class="line">And ’mid these dancing rocks at once and ever</div>
<div class="line">It flung up momently the sacred river.</div>
<div class="line">Five miles meandering with a mazy motion</div>
<div class="line">Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,</div>
<div class="line">Then reached the caverns measureless to man,</div>
<div class="line">And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean:</div>
<div class="line">And ’mid this tumult Kubla heard from far</div>
<div class="line">Ancestral voices prophesying war!</div>
<div class="line indent2">The shadow of the dome of pleasure</div>
<div class="line indent4">Floated midway on the waves;</div>
<div class="line indent2">Where was heard the mingled measure</div>
<div class="line indent4">From the fountain and the caves.</div>
<div class="line">It was a miracle of rare device,</div>
<div class="line">A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line indent2">A damsel with a dulcimer</div>
<div class="line indent4">In a vision once I saw:</div>
<div class="line indent2">It was an Abyssinian maid,</div>
<div class="line indent4">And on her dulcimer she play’d,</div>
<div class="line indent2">Singing of Mount Abora.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_320" id="Page_320">320</SPAN></span>
<div class="line indent2">Could I revive within me</div>
<div class="line indent2">Her symphony and song,</div>
<div class="line">To such a deep delight ’twould win me</div>
<div class="line">That with music loud and long,</div>
<div class="line">I would build that dome in air,</div>
<div class="line">That sunny dome! those caves of ice!</div>
<div class="line">And all who heard should see them there,</div>
<div class="line">And all should cry, Beware! Beware!</div>
<div class="line">His flashing eyes, his floating hair!</div>
<div class="line">Weave a circle round him thrice,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And close your eyes with holy dread,</div>
<div class="line indent2">For he on honey-dew hath fed,</div>
<div class="line">And drunk the milk of Paradise.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">Samuel Taylor Coleridge.</p>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="Something_to_Remember" id="Something_to_Remember"></SPAN><span class="smcap">Something to Remember</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Ah, did you once see Shelley plain,</div>
<div class="line indent2">And did he stop and speak to you,</div>
<div class="line">And did you speak to him again?</div>
<div class="line indent2">How strange it seems, and new!</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">But you were living before that.</div>
<div class="line indent2">And also you are living after,</div>
<div class="line">And the memory I started at—</div>
<div class="line indent2">My starting moves your laughter!</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_321" id="Page_321">321</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">I crossed a moor, with a name of its own</div>
<div class="line indent2">And a certain use in the world, no doubt,</div>
<div class="line">Yet a hand’s-breadth of it shines alone</div>
<div class="line indent2">’Mid the blank miles round about:</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">For there I picked up on the heather</div>
<div class="line indent2">And there I put inside my breast</div>
<div class="line">A moulted feather, an eagle-feather!</div>
<div class="line indent2">Well, I forget the rest.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">Robert Browning.</p>
<hr class="divider" />
<h3 class="title"><SPAN name="Ring_Out_Wild_Bells" id="Ring_Out_Wild_Bells"></SPAN><span class="smcap">Ring Out, Wild Bells</span></h3></div>
<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,</div>
<div class="line indent4">The flying cloud, the frosty light:</div>
<div class="line indent4">The year is dying in the night;</div>
<div class="line">Ring out wild bells, and let him die.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Ring out the old, ring in the new,</div>
<div class="line indent4">Ring, happy bells, across the snow:</div>
<div class="line indent4">The year is going, let him go;</div>
<div class="line">Ring out the false, ring in the true.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Ring out the grief that saps the mind,</div>
<div class="line indent4">For those that here we see no more;</div>
<div class="line indent4">Ring out the feud of rich and poor,</div>
<div class="line">Ring in redress to all mankind.</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_322" id="Page_322">322</SPAN></span></div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Ring out a slowly dying cause,</div>
<div class="line indent4">And ancient forms of party strife;</div>
<div class="line indent4">Ring in the nobler modes of life,</div>
<div class="line">With sweeter manners, purer laws.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Ring out the want, the care, the sin,</div>
<div class="line indent4">The faithless coldness of the times;</div>
<div class="line indent4">Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes,</div>
<div class="line">But ring the fuller minstrel in.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Ring out false pride in place and blood,</div>
<div class="line indent4">The civic slander and the spite;</div>
<div class="line indent4">Ring in the love of truth and right,</div>
<div class="line">Ring in the common love of good.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Ring out old shapes of foul disease;</div>
<div class="line indent4">Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;</div>
<div class="line indent4">Ring out the thousand wars of old,</div>
<div class="line">Ring in the thousand years of peace.</div>
</div>
<div class="verse">
<div class="line">Ring in the valiant man and free,</div>
<div class="line indent4">The larger heart, the kindlier hand;</div>
<div class="line indent4">Ring out the darkness of the land,</div>
<div class="line">Ring in the Christ that is to be.</div>
</div></div>
</div>
<p class="right smcap">Alfred, Lord Tennyson.</p>
<hr class="divider" />
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_323" id="Page_323">323</SPAN></span></div>
<h2><SPAN name="INDEX_OF_AUTHORS2" id="INDEX_OF_AUTHORS2"></SPAN>INDEX OF AUTHORS</h2>
<table summary="Index of Authors">
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<td> </td>
<td class="tdr"><small>PAGE</small></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Anonymous,</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_228">228</SPAN>, <SPAN href="#Page_230">230</SPAN>, <SPAN href="#Page_234">234</SPAN>, <SPAN href="#Page_236">236</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Arnold, Matthew,</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_265">265</SPAN>, <SPAN href="#Page_315">315</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Beddoes, Thomas Lovell,</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_283">283</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Browning, Elizabeth Barrett,</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_284">284</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Browning, Robert,</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_219">219</SPAN>, <SPAN href="#Page_220">220</SPAN>, <SPAN href="#Page_254">254</SPAN>, <SPAN href="#Page_303">303</SPAN>, <SPAN href="#Page_320">320</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Burns, Robert,</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_313">313</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Byron, Lord,</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_239">239</SPAN>, <SPAN href="#Page_243">243</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Campbell, Thomas,</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_221">221</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Clough, Arthur Hugh,</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_257">257</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Coleridge, Samuel Taylor,</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_318">318</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Collins, William,</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_252">252</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Crashaw, Richard,</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_302">302</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Herrick, Robert,</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_221">221</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Hovey, Richard,</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_227">227</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Howe, Julia Ward,</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_247">247</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Hunt, Leigh,</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_277">277</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Ingelow, Jean,</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_292">292</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Jonson, Ben,</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_218">218</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Keats, John,</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_227">227</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Kingsley, Charles,</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_231">231</SPAN>, <SPAN href="#Page_278">278</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth,</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_222">222</SPAN>, <SPAN href="#Page_224">224</SPAN>, <SPAN href="#Page_226">226</SPAN>, <SPAN href="#Page_272">272</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl"><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_324" id="Page_324">324</SPAN></span>
Lovelace, Richard,</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_248">248</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Meredith, Owen,</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_316">316</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Miller, Joaquin,</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_256">256</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Roberts, Theodore,</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_237">237</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Scott, Sir Walter,</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_249">249</SPAN>, <SPAN href="#Page_253">253</SPAN>, <SPAN href="#Page_279">279</SPAN>, <SPAN href="#Page_304">304</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Shakespeare, William,</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_230">230</SPAN>, <SPAN href="#Page_301">301</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Shelley, Percy Bysshe,</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_29">29</SPAN>, <SPAN href="#Page_213">213</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Tennyson, Alfred, Lord,</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_222">222</SPAN>, <SPAN href="#Page_258">258</SPAN>, <SPAN href="#Page_314">314</SPAN>, <SPAN href="#Page_321">321</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Thornbury, G. W.,</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_305">305</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Wolfe, Charles,</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_250">250</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Wordsworth, William,</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_224">224</SPAN>, <SPAN href="#Page_300">300</SPAN></td>
</tr>
</table>
<hr class="divider" />
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_325" id="Page_325">325</SPAN></span></div>
<h2><SPAN name="INDEX_OF_FIRST_LINES2" id="INDEX_OF_FIRST_LINES2"></SPAN>INDEX OF FIRST LINES</h2>
<table summary="Index of First Lines">
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<td> </td>
<td class="right"><small>PAGE</small></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">A lofty ship from Salcombe came</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_234">234</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_277">277</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Ah, did you once see Shelley plain</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_320">320</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Ah! what pleasant visions haunt me</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_222">222</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">“All honour to him who shall win the prize”</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_256">256</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Angels, thy old friends, there shall greet thee</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_302">302</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_300">300</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Ay, Oliver! I was but seven, and he was eleven</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_292">292</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Come, dear children, let us away</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_265">265</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Full fathom five thy father lies</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_230">230</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Genseric, King of the Vandals, who, having laid waste seven lands</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_316">316</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">“Hadst thou stayed, I must have fled”</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_272">272</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Hail to thee, blithe spirit</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_213">213</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Here’s the tender coming</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_230">230</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">How sleep the brave, who sink to rest</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_252">252</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">I am fever’d with the sunset</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_227">227</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">I come from haunts of coot and hern</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_222">222</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">I’d like now, yet had haply been afraid</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_303">303</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">If there were dreams to sell</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_283">283</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">In his cool hall, with haggard eyes</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_315">315</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">In the pleasant orchard closes</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_284">284</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">In Xanadu did Kubla Khan</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_318">318</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">It was roses, roses, all the way</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_254">254</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_247">247</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Nobly, nobly Cape St Vincent to the North-west died away</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_220">220</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_250">250</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl"><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_326" id="Page_326">326</SPAN></span>
Oh England is a pleasant place for them that’s rich and high</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_231">231</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">O for the voice of that wild horn</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_249">249</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">O Mary, go and call the cattle home</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_278">278</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">O, my love is like a red, red rose</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_313">313</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">O my true love’s a smuggler and sails upon the sea</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_236">236</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">O, to be in England</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_219">219</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn’s being</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_229">229</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">O young Lochinvar is come out of the West</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_279">279</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Often I think of the beautiful town</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_226">226</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">On either side the river lie</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_258">258</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Over meadows purple-flowered</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_305">305</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Queen and huntress, chaste and fair</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_218">218</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Ring out wild bells to the wild sky</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_321">321</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Say not the struggle nought availeth</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_257">257</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_227">227</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Simon Danz has come home again</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_224">224</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Soldier, rest! thy warfare o’er</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_253">253</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_248">248</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Tell me where is Fancy bred</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_301">301</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">The isles of Greece! the isles of Greece!</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_243">243</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">The splendour falls on castle walls</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_314">314</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">There was a sound of revelry by night</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_239">239</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_224">224</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Thunder of riotous hoofs over the quaking sod</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_237">237</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">’Twas in the good ship <em>Rover</em></td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_228">228</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Waken, lords and ladies gay</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_304">304</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Ye have been fresh and green</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_221">221</SPAN></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="tdl">Ye Mariners of England</td>
<td class="tdr"><SPAN href="#Page_221">221</SPAN></td>
</tr>
</table>
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<p class="center"><small>CAMBRIDGE: PRINTED BY JOHN CLAY, M.A. AT THE UNIVERSITY PRESS.</small></p>
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<h2><SPAN name="Books_on_English_Language_and_Literature" id="Books_on_English_Language_and_Literature"></SPAN>Books on English Language and Literature</h2>
<p class="center"><small><strong>published by the</strong></small><br/><br/>
<span class="p120"><strong>Cambridge University Press</strong></span></p>
<h3>ENGLISH LANGUAGE</h3>
<p class="hang"><strong>English Grammar:</strong> Descriptive and Historical. By <span class="smcap">T. G.
Tucker</span>, Litt.D., and <span class="smcap">R. S. Wallace</span>, M.A. Crown 8vo.
3<em>s.</em> net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>A Junior Graphic Grammar.</strong> By <span class="smcap">E. A. A. Varnish</span> and
<span class="smcap">J. H. Hanly</span>. Crown 8vo. With a table. 2s. net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>The Elements of English Grammar.</strong> With a Chapter on
Essay-writing. By <span class="smcap">A. S. West</span>, M.A. Extra fcap. 8vo.
3<em>s.</em> net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>A Chapter on Essay-writing</strong>, separately. 6<em>d.</em> net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>An English Grammar for Beginners.</strong> By <span class="smcap">A. S. West</span>,
M.A. Extra fcap. 8vo. 150th to 175th Thousand. 1<em>s.</em> 3<em>d.</em> net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>The Revised English Grammar.</strong> A new edition of <strong>The
Elements of English Grammar</strong>, based upon the recommendations
of the Committee on Grammatical Terminology. By <span class="smcap">A. S.
West</span>, M.A. Extra fcap. 8vo. 3<em>s.</em> net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>The Revised English Grammar for Beginners.</strong> A new edition
of <strong>English Grammar for Beginners</strong>. By <span class="smcap">A. S. West</span>,
M.A. Extra fcap. 8vo. 1<em>s.</em> 3<em>d.</em> net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>Key to the Questions contained in West’s</strong> <em>Revised English
Grammar and Revised English Grammar for Beginners</em>. By <span class="smcap">A. S.
West</span>, M.A. Extra fcap. 8vo. 4<em>s.</em> net. Suitable for use with
both the original and revised editions.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>A Handbook of English for Junior and Intermediate</strong> Classes.
By <span class="smcap">D. B. Nicolson</span>, M.A. Crown 8vo. 1<em>s.</em> 9<em>d.</em> net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>English Composition: with Chapters on Précis</strong> Writing,
Prosody, and Style. By <span class="smcap">W. Murison</span>, M.A. Crown 8vo. 5<em>s.</em>
net. Or in two parts, 3<em>s.</em> net each.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>Key to the Exercises in</strong> <em>English Composition</em>. By <span class="smcap">W.
Murison</span>, M.A. Crown 8vo. 5<em>s.</em> net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>Précis-Writing.</strong> By <span class="smcap">W. Murison</span>. Crown 8vo. In
three parts. Part I, 3<em>s.</em> net. Part II, 3<em>s.</em> 6d. net. Part III,
4<em>s.</em> net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>A Handbook of Précis-Writing.</strong> With graduated exercises. By
<span class="smcap">E. D. Evans</span>, M.A. Crown 8vo. 2<em>s.</em> 6<em>d.</em> net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>An Elementary Old English Grammar (Early</strong> West-Saxon). By
<span class="smcap">A. J. Wyatt</span>, M.A. Crown 8vo. 5<em>s.</em> net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>An Elementary Old English Reader (Early West-Saxon).</strong> By
the same author. Crown 8vo. 5<em>s.</em> net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>A Concise Anglo-Saxon Dictionary</strong> for the use of Students.
By <span class="smcap">John R. Clark Hall</span>. Second Edition. Revised and
enlarged. Demy 8vo. 15<em>s.</em> net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>The Pronunciation of English. Phonetics and Phonetic
Transcriptions.</strong> By <span class="smcap">Daniel Jones</span>, M.A. Crown 8vo. 3<em>s.</em>
net. (Cambridge Primers of Pronunciation.) Wall-charts for class
use:</p>
<p class="hang">1. The Organs of Speech. On card 2<em>s.</em> 6<em>d.</em> net, on paper 2<em>s.</em>
net. Mounted on canvas, varnished, with rollers, 3<em>s.</em> 6<em>d.</em> net;
mounted on canvas, folded, 4<em>s.</em> 6<em>d.</em> net.</p>
<p class="hang">2. English Speech Sounds. On card 2<em>s.</em> 6<em>d.</em> net, on paper 2<em>s.</em>
net. Mounted on canvas, varnished, with rollers, 3<em>s.</em> 6<em>d.</em> net;
mounted on canvas, folded, 4<em>s.</em> 6<em>d.</em> net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>The Pronunciation of English in Scotland.</strong> By <span class="smcap">William
Grant</span>, M.A. Crown 8vo. 4<em>s.</em> net. (Cambridge Primers of
Pronunciation.)</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>Outlines of the History of the English Language.</strong> By Professor
<span class="smcap">T. N. Toller</span>, M.A. Crown 8vo. 4<em>s.</em> 6<em>d.</em> net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>Chapters on English Metre.</strong> By <span class="smcap">Joseph B. Mayor</span>, M.A.
Second Edition. Demy 8vo. 7<em>s.</em> 6<em>d.</em> net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>A Handbook of Modern English Metre.</strong> By the same author. Extra
fcap. 8vo. 2<em>s.</em> 6<em>d.</em> net.</p>
<h3>ENGLISH LITERATURE</h3>
<p class="hang"><strong>Beowulf, with the Finnsburg Fragment.</strong> Edited by <span class="smcap">A. J.
Wyatt</span>. New edition, revised, with introduction and notes,
by <span class="smcap">R. W. Chambers</span>. Demy 8vo. With 2 facsimiles of MSS.
9<em>s.</em> net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>Beowulf.</strong> A metrical translation into Modern English. By
<span class="smcap">John R. Clark Hall</span>. Crown 8vo. 2<em>s.</em> 6<em>d.</em> net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>Spindrift. Salt from the Ocean of English Prose.</strong> Edited by
<span class="smcap">Geoffrey Callender</span>, M.A. Crown 8vo. 3<em>s.</em> 6<em>d.</em> net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>Stories from Chaucer. Retold from the Canterbury Tales.</strong>
With Introduction and Notes by <span class="smcap">Margaret C. Macaulay</span>.
Crown 8vo. With frontispiece and 28 illustrations from old
<small>MSS.</small> 1<em>s.</em> 9<em>d.</em> net. Without Introduction and Notes.
1<em>s.</em> 3<em>d.</em> net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>The Elder Brother.</strong> A Comedy by <span class="smcap">John Fletcher</span>.
First printed in 1637, now reprinted with slight alterations and
abridgement for use on occasions of entertainment, especially in
Schools and Colleges. Edited by <span class="smcap">W. H. Draper</span>, M.A. Crown
8vo. With 2 illustrations. 3<em>s.</em> net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>Lyrical Forms in English.</strong> Edited with Introduction and
Notes by <span class="smcap">Norman Hepple</span>, M. Litt. Second Edition. Crown
8vo. 2<em>s.</em> 6<em>d.</em> net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>Principles and Method in the Study of English Literature.</strong>
By <span class="smcap">W. Macpherson</span>, M.A. Crown 8vo. 2<em>s.</em> 6<em>d.</em> net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>Milton. Paradise Lost.</strong> Edited by <span class="smcap">A. W.
Verity</span>, M.A. Crown 8vo. 8<em>s.</em> 6<em>d.</em> net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>Milton.</strong> The Poetical Works, edited with Critical Notes by
<span class="smcap">William Aldis Wright</span>, M.A., Litt.D. Crown 8vo. Cloth,
6<em>s.</em> net. India paper, limp lamb-skin, 8<em>s.</em> 6<em>d.</em> net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>On the Art of Writing.</strong> Lectures delivered in the
University of Cambridge 1913–1914. By Sir <span class="smcap">Arthur
Quiller-Couch</span>, M.A. Demy 8vo. 7<em>s.</em> 6<em>d.</em> net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>Tennyson.</strong> <strong>In Memoriam.</strong> Edited with a Commentary by
<span class="smcap">Arthur W. Robinson</span>, B.D. Crown 8vo. 3<em>s.</em> net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>The Literature of the Victorian Era.</strong> By Professor <span class="smcap">Hugh
Walker</span>, LL.D. Crown 8vo. 10<em>s.</em> 6<em>d.</em> net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>Outlines of Victorian Literature.</strong> By <span class="smcap">Hugh Walker</span>,
LL.D., and Mrs <span class="smcap">Hugh Walker</span>. Demy 8vo. 3<em>s.</em> 6<em>d.</em> net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>A Book of Victorian Poetry and Prose.</strong> Compiled by Mrs
<span class="smcap">Hugh Walker</span>. Crown 8vo. 3<em>s.</em> 6<em>d.</em> net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>Jonathan Swift.</strong> The Leslie Stephen Lecture delivered
before the University of Cambridge on 26 May, 1917. By
<span class="smcap">Charles Whibley</span>, M.A. Crown 8vo. 1<em>s.</em> 6<em>d.</em> net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>A Primer of English Literature.</strong> By <span class="smcap">W. T. Young</span>,
M.A. Small crown 8vo. Cloth, gilt lettering. 2<em>s.</em> 3<em>d.</em> net.
School edition. Limp cloth. 1<em>s.</em> 3<em>d.</em> net.</p>
<h3>CAMBRIDGE ANTHOLOGIES</h3>
<p class="hang"><strong>Life in Shakespeare’s England.</strong> A Book of Elizabethan Prose
compiled by <span class="smcap">J. D. Wilson</span>, M.A. Illustrated. 4<em>s.</em> net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>An Anthology of the Poetry of the Age of Shakespeare.</strong>
Chosen by <span class="smcap">W. T. Young</span>, M.A. Crown 8vo. 3<em>s.</em> net.</p>
<h3>ENGLISH ROMANTIC POETS</h3>
<p class="hang"><strong>Selections from the Poems of John Keats.</strong> Edited by <span class="smcap">A.
Hamilton Thompson</span>, M.A., F.S.A. Crown 8vo. 2<em>s.</em> net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>Selections from the Poems of Percy Bysshe</strong> Shelley. Edited
by <span class="smcap">A. H. Thompson</span>. Crown 8vo. 2<em>s.</em> net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>Selections from the Poems of Samuel Taylor</strong> Coleridge.
Edited by <span class="smcap">A. H. Thompson</span>. Crown 8vo. 2<em>s.</em> net.</p>
<h3>PITT PRESS SERIES, ETC.</h3>
<p class="hang"><strong>Bacon’s Essays.</strong> Edited by <span class="smcap">A. S. West</span>, M.A. 3<em>s.</em>
net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>Bacon’s History of the Reign of King Henry VII.</strong> Edited by
the Rev. <span class="smcap">J. R. Lumby</span>, D.D. 3<em>s.</em> 6<em>d.</em> net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>Bacon.</strong> <strong>New Atlantis.</strong> Edited by <span class="smcap">G. C. Moore
Smith</span>, M.A. 2<em>s.</em> net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>Ballads and Poems Illustrating English History.</strong> Edited by
<span class="smcap">Frank Sidgwick</span>. 2<em>s.</em> net.</p>
<p class="center">Without introduction and notes. 1<em>s.</em> 6<em>d.</em> net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>Old Ballads.</strong> Edited by <span class="smcap">Frank Sidgwick</span>. 2<em>s.</em> net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>Robert Browning.</strong> <strong>A Selection of Poems (1835–1864).</strong> Edited by
<span class="smcap">W. T. Young</span>, M.A. 3<em>s.</em> net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>Burke.</strong> <strong>Reflections on the French Revolution.</strong> Edited
by <span class="smcap">W. Alison Phillips</span>, M.A., and <span class="smcap">Catherine Beatrice
Phillips</span>. 4<em>s.</em> 6<em>d.</em> net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>Burke.</strong> <strong>Speeches on American Taxation and Conciliation
with America.</strong> Edited by <span class="smcap">A. D. Innes</span>, M.A. 3<em>s.</em> 6<em>d.</em> net.
<strong>Speech on Conciliation with America</strong>, separately. 2<em>s.</em> net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>Burke.</strong> <strong>Thoughts on the Cause of the Present</strong> Discontents.
Edited by <span class="smcap">W. Murison</span>, M.A. 3<em>s.</em> net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>Byron.</strong> <strong>Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage.</strong> Edited by <span class="smcap">A. H.
Thompson</span>, M.A. 3<em>s.</em> net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>Chaucer.</strong> <strong>The Prologue and The Knight’s Tale.</strong> Edited by
<span class="smcap">M. Bentinck Smith</span>, M.A. 3<em>s.</em> net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>Chaucer.</strong> <strong>The Clerkes Tale and The Squieres</strong> Tale. Edited
by <span class="smcap">L. Winstanley</span>, M.A. 3<em>s.</em> net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>Chaucer.</strong> <strong>The Nonnë Prestes Tale.</strong> Edited by <span class="smcap">L.
Winstanley</span>, M.A. 2<em>s.</em> 3<em>d.</em> net.</p>
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6<em>d.</em> net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>De Foe.</strong> <strong>Robinson Crusoe.</strong> Part I. Edited by <span class="smcap">J.
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<p class="hang"><strong>Earle.</strong> <strong>Microcosmography.</strong> Edited by <span class="smcap">A. S. West</span>,
M.A. 3<em>s.</em> 6<em>d.</em> net.</p>
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<p class="hang"><strong>Gray.</strong> <strong>English Poems.</strong> Edited by <span class="smcap">D. C. Tovey</span>, M.A.
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<p class="center">_Extracts from the above_</p>
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2<em>s.</em> 3<em>d.</em> net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>Kingsley.</strong> <strong>The Heroes, or Greek Fairy Tales for my
Children.</strong> Edited with Notes, Illustrations from Greek Vases, and
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introduction and notes. 1<em>s.</em> 3<em>d.</em> net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>Lamb’s Essays of Elia and Last Essays of Elia.</strong> Edited by <span class="smcap">A.
H. Thompson</span>, M.A. 3<em>s.</em> net each.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>Lamb, Charles and Mary</strong>. A Selection of Tales from Shakespeare.
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Shakespeare, by <span class="smcap">J. H. Flather</span>, M.A. 1<em>s.</em> 9<em>d.</em> net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>A second selection.</strong> By the same editor, 1<em>s.</em> 9<em>d.</em> net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>Macaulay.</strong> <strong>The Lays of Ancient Rome, and other Poems.</strong>
Edited by <span class="smcap">J. H. Flather</span>, M.A. 1<em>s.</em> 6<em>d.</em> net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>Macaulay.</strong> <strong>John Milton.</strong> Edited, with Introduction and
Notes, by <span class="smcap">J. H. Flather</span>, M.A. 1<em>s.</em> 6d. net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>Macaulay.</strong> <strong>History of England, Chapters I-III.</strong> Edited by
<span class="smcap">W. F. Reddaway</span>, M.A. 2<em>s.</em> 6<em>d.</em> net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>Macaulay.</strong> <strong>Lord Clive.</strong> Edited by <span class="smcap">A. D. Innes</span>,
M.A. 2<em>s.</em> net.</p>
<p class="center">By the same editor</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>Warren Hastings.</strong> 2<em>s.</em> net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>Two Essays on William Pitt, Earl of Chatham.</strong> 3s. net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>Essay on The Pilgrim’s Progress</strong>, 1<em>s.</em> 6<em>d.</em> net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>Nineteenth Century Essays.</strong> Edited with Introduction and Notes by
<span class="smcap">George Sampson</span>. 2<em>s.</em> 3<em>d.</em> net.</p>
<h3>THE CAMBRIDGE MILTON FOR SCHOOLS</h3>
<p class="center"> With Introduction, Notes and
Glossaries, by <span class="smcap">A. W. Verity</span>, M.A.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>Arcades.</strong> 2<em>s.</em> net. <strong>Samson Agonistes.</strong> 3<em>s.</em> net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>Ode on the Morning of Christ’s Nativity</strong>, <strong>L’Allegro</strong>, <strong>Il
Penseroso</strong>, and <strong>Lycidas.</strong> 3<em>s.</em> net. <strong>Sonnets.</strong> 2<em>s.</em> net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>Comus and Lycidas.</strong> 2<em>s.</em> 6<em>d.</em> net. <strong>Comus</strong>,
separately, 1<em>s.</em> 6<em>d.</em> net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>Paradise Lost.</strong> In 6 volumes, each containing 2 books,
2<em>s.</em> 3<em>d.</em> net per volume. (For _Paradise Lost_ in one volume
see p. 2)</p>
<hr class="tb" />
<p class="hang"><strong>More’s Utopia.</strong> Edited by <span class="smcap">J. R. Lumby</span>, D.D. 2<em>s.</em>
3<em>d.</em> net.</p>
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Lumby</span>, D.D. 4<em>s.</em> net.</p>
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M.A. 2<em>s.</em> 6<em>d.</em> net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>Pope’s Essay on Man.</strong> Edited by <span class="smcap">A. H. Thompson</span>,
M.A. 2<em>s.</em> 6<em>d.</em> net.</p>
<h3>SCHOOL EDITIONS OF SCOTT’S WORKS</h3>
<p class="center">Each volume contains Introduction, Notes and Glossary</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>Marmion.</strong> Edited by <span class="smcap">J. H. B. Masterman</span>, M.A. 3<em>s.</em>
net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>The Lady of the Lake.</strong> Same editor. 3<em>s.</em> net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>The Lord of the Isles.</strong> Edited by <span class="smcap">J. H. Flather</span>,
M.A. 2<em>s.</em> 3<em>d.</em> net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>The Lay of the Last Minstrel.</strong> Same editor. 2<em>s.</em> 3<em>d.</em> net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>A Legend of Montrose.</strong> Edited by <span class="smcap">H. F. M. Simpson</span>,
M.A. 2<em>s.</em> 3d. net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>Old Mortality.</strong> Edited by <span class="smcap">J. A. Nicklin</span>. 2<em>s.</em>
3<em>d.</em> net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>Kenilworth.</strong> Edited by J<span class="smcap">. H. Flather</span>, M.A. 2<em>s.</em>
3<em>d.</em> net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>Quentin Durward.</strong> Edited by <span class="smcap">W. Murison</span>, M.A. 2<em>s.</em>
3<em>d.</em> net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>The Talisman.</strong> Edited by <span class="smcap">A. S. Gaye</span>, B.A. 2<em>s.</em>
3<em>d.</em> net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>Woodstock.</strong> Same editor. 2<em>s.</em> 3<em>d.</em> net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>The Pitt Press Shakespeare.</strong> By <span class="smcap">A. W. Verity</span>, M.A.
With Introduction, Notes, and Glossary. Price 1<em>s.</em> 9<em>d.</em> net
each.</p>
<ul class="nobullet">
<li><strong>A Midsummer-Night’s Dream</strong></li>
<li><strong>The Merchant of Venice</strong></li>
<li><strong>As You Like It</strong></li>
<li><strong>Twelfth Night</strong></li>
<li><strong>King Richard II</strong></li>
<li><strong>King Henry V</strong></li>
<li><strong>Coriolanus</strong></li>
<li><strong>Julius Caesar</strong></li>
<li><strong>King Lear</strong></li>
<li><strong>Macbeth</strong></li>
<li><strong>Hamlet</strong></li>
<li><strong>The Tempest</strong></li>
</ul>
<p class="hang"><strong>The Granta Shakespeare.</strong> By <span class="smcap">J. H. Lobban</span>, M.A.
With short Notes and brief Glossary. Price 1<em>s.</em> 3<em>d.</em> net each.</p>
<ul class="nobullet">
<li><strong>Twelfth Night</strong></li>
<li><strong>The Winter’s Tale</strong></li>
<li><strong>The Merchant of Venice</strong></li>
<li><strong>Julius Caesar</strong></li>
<li><strong>A Midsummer-Night’s Dream</strong></li>
<li><strong>Cymbeline</strong></li>
<li><strong>King Henry V</strong></li>
<li><strong>King Henry IV (Part I)</strong></li>
<li><strong>King Henry IV (Part II)</strong></li>
<li><strong>Macbeth</strong></li>
<li><strong>The Tempest</strong></li>
<li><strong>Much Ado about Nothing</strong></li>
<li><strong>Coriolanus</strong></li>
<li><strong>Antony and Cleopatra</strong></li>
</ul>
<p class="hang"><strong>The Student’s Shakespeare.</strong> Edited by <span class="smcap">A. W.
Verity</span>, M.A. With Introductions, Notes, Glossaries, etc.
3<em>s.</em> net each.</p>
<ul class="nobullet">
<li><strong>Coriolanus.</strong></li>
<li><strong>Hamlet.</strong></li>
<li><strong>Macbeth.</strong></li>
</ul>
<hr class="tb" />
<p class="hang"><strong>Sidney.</strong> <strong>An Apologie for Poetrie.</strong> Edited by <span class="smcap">E.
S. Shuckburgh</span>, Litt.D. 3<em>s.</em> 6<em>d.</em> net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>Spenser.</strong> <strong>The Fowre Hymnes.</strong> Edited by <span class="smcap">Lilian
Winstanley</span>, M.A. 2<em>s.</em> 6<em>d.</em> net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>Spenser.</strong> <strong>The Faerie Queene, Books I and II.</strong> Edited
by <span class="smcap">L. Winstanley</span>. 3<em>s.</em> net each.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>Tennyson.</strong> <strong>Fifty Poems, 1830–1864.</strong> Edited by <span class="smcap">J.
H. Lobban</span>, M.A. 3<em>s.</em> net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>Poems by William Wordsworth.</strong> Selected and annotated by
Miss <span class="smcap">Clara L. Thomson</span>. 1<em>s.</em> 9<em>d.</em> net.</p>
<hr class="tb" />
<p class="hang"><strong>The Cambridge Book of Poetry for Children.</strong> Edited by
<span class="smcap">Kenneth Grahame</span>. Crown 8vo. In two parts. 1<em>s.</em> net
each. In one volume, cloth extra. 3<em>s.</em> net.</p>
<p class="hang"><strong>A Book of Verse for Children.</strong> Compiled by <span class="smcap">Alys
Rodgers</span>, L.L.A. (Hons.). Crown 8vo. Complete, cloth gilt,
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<p class="center p120"><SPAN name="Transcribers_Note" id="Transcribers_Note"></SPAN>Transcriber’s Note:</p>
<p class="noi">Spelling, word usage an punctuation have been retained as in the
original publication, except as follows:</p>
<p class="noi">PART I</p>
<ul class="nobullet">
<li>Page 91</li>
<li><ul class="nobullet">
<li>Who alway by Lars Porsena<br/><em>changed to</em><br/>
Who <SPAN href="#always">always</SPAN> by Lars Porsena</li></ul></li>
<li>Page 104</li>
<li><ul class="nobullet"><li>So fierce a thrust he sped<br/><em>changed to</em><br/>
So fierce a thrust he <SPAN href="#sped">sped,</SPAN></li></ul></li>
</ul>
<p class="noi">PART II</p>
<ul class="nobullet">
<li>Page 81</li>
<li><ul class="nobullet">
<li>more lovely by far.<br/><em>changed to</em><br/>
more lovely by <SPAN href="#far">far,</SPAN></li></ul></li>
</ul></div>
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