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THE POETS' PATH

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·FOREWORD Trove times immemorial. in all countries and in all trilcs, the elders and leaders of the adult generation have had the wisdom to hand on their heritage of accumulated Inowledge and the fruits of their experi. ence. In this way that is nf aluc." shcher nisciu or un nively elected, 11 presented in rite and ceremony. in theme and dance, in customs and in the many other forms of folklore and lucraturc So it has alxar's been, and thus sc, too, should give full heed to all those thing of value much tradition contributes to our civilization. The sirring achievements of the pare, in action. in thought and in wisdom. and the expresion of sendt delight in the Ixes? tungs of all that there is arounit u-birds and bears and hower, sunrise and sunset. the earth, resting under the white ligh: of the moon. SISITY slies, landscapes, seascapes, and clouds--all shese sividir apprehended, hare an unknown and deep influ. oncern that more urgeni and more difficult art the art of living and that influence, adapting the mind to 730ic aclequale social lxhassous. Leeping it open to what it fod and not blind to what is head, and maling it response in 11:21 is leur in human nature, u abso furcis cscnuis) for progress. The enlighicament and ile creative ion of the past can never work their effect ·FOREWORD unless the growing generation is readily receptive to what is worth preserving-and is prevented from becoming dull, dried up, inert, self-satisfied, self-centred, unadventurous. All these things which we have considered show clearly that fairy stories, tales of action and imagination, adventure, and romance, nature poetry, rhymes, lilts and verses for miming and action, are essential for the child's full and well-balanced development. In The Poets' Path we have a rich collection of story poems, poems of action, romance and imagination, songs, rhymes of humour, fun and puckish fancy. Here we have "all the fun of the fair”: there are poems "penny plain and tuppence coloured”, though there are many more tuppence coloured” than "penny plain". And the fun of the fair is not limited to the numerous happy and amusing poems that are included here. Children also find fun in taking part in the variegated patterns of a wide of experience. The taking part in the fun of the fair will, of course, be mainly an imaginative taking part-and that is most valuable. But it can also be a more active and rcalistic participation, for many of the stories and rhymes can be mimod, acted or interpreted chorally. It is clear that many of the pocms in this volume are really good poetry, and therefore may not be treated as material for expression in action or even in chorus; but there is also much good stuff here which can be given frcer treatment as it does not demand a finely perceptive enjoyment. At this stage it is more important to arouse and foster keen interest and wholc-hearted effort than to attempt to develop nicetics of asthetic appreciation or subtle experiences, ri range ·FOREWORD We hare here a book not only for ordinary class-room Bosk (that is so say, enjoymeni), but also for more idle moments. There is suiñcient here for children to dip into frequently and not exhaust the ampic supply: The large number of poems and verses, well within the posers of csen slows readers, will no doubt lead the Foung traiciler to explore further into the realms of imagination and heightened reality. And if he can be cncouraged to make his own selection of favourite poems, and to begin to compile his oun anthology and to make a poetry book of his own (which will contain some of his original sork), then he may begin to regard pocery as a natural and true part of his personal life: thus can he be helped to avoid all those false and insincere poses and arritudes which are so often fostered by his pretending to like poetry or by his trying to give satisfaction because he wishes to be helpful. So the scal purpose of this book is to provide enjoynent. It is not a textbook, stocked with marerial for routine lessons and pedestrian cases It is to be used with a kecn sense of the importance of rhythm, of the expressiveness of poers' words-sshen spöhen cypressively, of lively, active imagery, and above all of the vitality of all the experiences which are presented in the poems here. If we ensure that our pupils come to literature with their minds alae and ready to apprehend all the poem can give them. He can trust the words of the poci to fulfil their purpose. P. GURREY.

·PACŁ RO 25 . . 27 31 CONTENTS CIARLES EDWARD CARRIL The Plaint of the Camel . THOMAS LOVE PEACOCK Robin Hood and the Two Grey Friars A SEA QIANTY Hand Ozer Hand WILLIAM ALLINGHAM The Fairies WALTER DE LA MARE The Isle of Lone WILLIA. IVORDSWORTH March MIARY 110TVITT The Dormouse MICHAEL DRAYTON The Palacc The Queen's Chariot : ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSOX From a Railway Carriage. E. V. RIEU The Flattered Flying-Fish WALTER DF. LA MARE Thic Ship of Rio. A SEA CHATY Roll Thc Cotton Down CHARLES KINCSLEY I'lıon all the World is Young . JOUX GREENLEAF WIIITTIER Barbara Frieichie WALTER DE LA MARE The Picture AYOXYMOUS The Grecnwich Pensioner. IRENE VICLEOD 34 34 37 37 38 39 . . . Lone Dog 46 CILARLES XIXGSLEY The Knight's Leap . WILFRID CILSON Michael's Song 48 RALFI SIOUCSON Stupidity Street 49 ·. 49 31 53 55 59 58 60 61 CONTEXTS MILAIRE LLOC Matilda CHARLES KINCSLEY Earl Ilaldan's Daughter $IK WALTER SCOTT The Outlas LICH URD HARRIS BAXTLASE As I Laye A-Thynkynge JUNTES STEPHENS The Rrials ALRED NOTES The Neo Duckling WILLIAM BALEPLACE THACXBRAY Pocahontas HENRY WADSHORTII LONCSILLON The Discometer of the North Cape. A SUA CIASTY Blor, Bullies, Blow EDGAR ALLAN POE Eldorado L V. RICU Tony the Turtle WILLIADE COWTER Boadicea. ROBERT SOLTIILT The Cataract of Lodore . JAMES STEPHENS The Night. ALFRED, LORD TEXYTSOV The Shell HENRY WADS WORTII LONCILLOW Poul Retare's Ride A Y CAMPBELL The Dromedary JILAIRE DELLOC Lord Lundy n. 8. ULICH The Tains SIR WALTER SCOTT Jock of Hazeldean 66 . 69 62 10 73 77 -8 79 84 85 67 ES ·TAGL 89 . 91 CONTENTS JOIN DRINKWATER Old Crono WILLIAM CAXTON The Cromu. HICXRY WADSWORTH LOXGFELLOW Hintalha and Mudjckecuis BALLAD Sir Hugh of Lincoln . WALTER DE LA MARE The Old Soldier gr. J02 . 105 ROBERT DROIVNING Heruć Riel 106 . . 113 117 118 119 . 120 125 12S a EDWARD LEAR The Dong with a Luminous Nosc . THIOMAS LOVE PEACOCK Tlc W'ar Song of Dinas Varir . JOIN CLARE dulunin CHARLES DALYON O What if the Fowler MATTHEIVAR.YOLD The Forsaken Nierman EDMUND STEXSER Dragon JOHN G. SAXE The Blind Men and the Elephant . RICHARD BROSIE Beggar's Song E. V. LUCAS Thic l'indmill JOIN CLARE Quail's Nest JONIX CRTENIEAF WHITTIER The Pipes at Lucknow EDGAR ALLAN POE The Bells II. C. DEECHISC A Boy's Song MATTHEW ARNOLD Tlc Neckan . 130 131 132 . 133 . 136 141 ·LIST OF AUTHORS แผน 7461 35 66 5 16 39 102 19 44 07 10 . 120 ALNCIEN The l'airies AYOTO'S Blow, Bulhes, Diow Lonny George Campbell Hand Over Fland If All the World were Paper Poor Old Ilorsc Roll the Cotton Donn Si ftuch of Lincoln The Cherry Tree Carol The Greenksch f'essjoner Three Jolly Welshment When the vind is in the East Ar\OLD, MATTHEW The Forsaken Nerman. The Neckan. Atzt, NORMY The Tag's Tail BARNAY, RICHARD HARRIS As I Lay A Thinkynisc Berang, 11 C A Boy's Song foun, Ililatre Godolphin Itarne Lord Lundy Varilda, LLARE, WILLIAN Reeds of Innocence BROKE, ROAD beggar's Song 8 . SS 141 85 49 9 130 ·LIST OF AUTHORS PACI BROWNING, ROBERT Hervé Ricl 106 . 84 91 20 118 132 70 CAMPBELL, A. Y. The Dromedary CANTON, IVILLIAM The Crow CARRYL, CHARLES EDWARD The Plaint of the Camel CLARE, JOHN Autumn Quail's Nest CowrER, WILLIAM Boadicca. DALAOX, CHARLES O What if the Fowler. DE LA MARE, WALTER Isle of Lonc Soocop! Thc Lost Shoc The Old Soldier Thc Picture The Ship of Rio DRAYTON, MICHAEL The Palace The Queen's Chariot : DRINKWATER, JOIN Old Crow • 119 46 1 1 5 105 44 38. 34 34 89 13 48 GAY, JOIN A Warning Gipsox, WILFRID Michael's Song Hodgsox, Ralpit Stupidity Street HOWITT, MARY The Dormouse 49 - 32 xir ·1.GI $1 47 1 TI 113 . 87 91 79 61 . 131 46 LIST OF AUTORS KNCSLET, CURLES Earl Haldan's Daughter The Knight's Lear When all the world is Young Kyox, E. V. The Spanish Main LEAR, EONARD The Dong with a Luminous Nose Loom. HI S. The Twina LOVCFELLOW, HIERT W'ADSN ORTII Huawatha and Mudjchecwis The Discoveret of the North Cape LLCAS, E. V The Windmill IcLCOD, IRENE Lone Dog Norts, ALFRED The New Duckling TEACOCx, THOMAS LOVE Robin liond and the Two Crey Fnars The War Song of Dinas Vawr The Wise Men of Gotham Por, EDCUR ALLAN Eldorado The Bells : : : : RAND, Wri BRICITY Shut the Door The Pedjar's Caravan Ritt. E. V The Flattered Flying Fish Tony the Turtle SAXE, Jours C The Blind Men and the Elephant Scort, Six W'ALITR Jock of Itazeldean . The Outlaw xy + 58 22 717 3 136 10 15 37 69 1:8 ..

·LIST OF AUTHORS PICE 73 125 77 58 SOUTHEY, ROBERT Thc Cataract of Lodore . SPENSER, EDMUND A Dragon STEPHIENS, JAMES The Night Thc Rivals STEVENSON, ROBERT LOUIS Armies in the Fire. From a Railway Carriage TENNYSON, ALFRED, LORD The Shell THACKERAY, WILLIAN MAKETEACE Pocahontas WurTTIER, JOHN GREENLEAF Barbara Frictchie Thc Pipes at Lucknow WORDSWORTH, WILLIANI March 7 37 . 78 . 1 60 . . 133 31

·"SOOEEP!”
Black as a chimney is his face,
And ivory white his teeth,
And in his brass-bound cart he rides,
The chestnut blooms beneath.
"Soocep, Soocep!” he cries, and brightly peers
This way and that, to see
With his isso light blue shining eyes
What custom there may
be
And once inside the house, he'll squat,
And drive his rods on high,
Till twirls his sudden sooty brush
Against the morning sky.
Then 'mid his bulging bags of soor,
With half the world asleep,
His small cart wheels him off again,
Still hoarsely bawling, "Soocep!
WALTER DE LA MARE
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·THE SPANISH MAIN
THE SPANISH MAIN
I've asked a great many people,
But nobody seems to know,
How thc piratcs kept their Christmas
In the days of long ago.
How
many
loaded gallcons
On Christmas Day they sank,
And how many merchant scamen
They made to walk the plank.
Or whether they chanted carols
As round the decks they rolled,
And made cach other presents
Out of their hoards of gold;
And covered a mast with
green
Icaves
And called it a Christmas-tree,
And hung it with shining scquins'
On the shore of a tropical sca.
And lit the rum round the pudding
And cursed in a kindly way,
But refused to do any business
Because it was Christmas Day.
1 An ancicni gold coin of Venice.

·TUE WISE HEX OF COTTAM
I've asked a great many people,
But nobody scems to know,
How the pirates kept their Christmas
In the days of long ago.
E. V. KNOX
THE WISE MEN OF GOTHAM
lo a bowl to sea went wise men three, .
On a brilliant night of June:
They carried a net, and their hearts were set
On fishing up the moon.
The sea tras calm, the air was balm,
Not a breath stirred low or high,
And the moon, I trow,' lay as bright below,
And as round as in the sky.
The ssise men with the current went
Nor paddle nor oar had they,
And still as the grave they went on the wave,
That they might not disturb their prey.
Far, far at sea, were the wise men three,
When their fishing-net they threw;
And at the throw, the moon below
In a thousand fragments flew.
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·THE WISE MEN OF GOTHAM
The sea was bright with a dancing light
Of a million million gleams,
Which the broken moon shot forth as soon
As the net disturbed her beams.
They drew in their net; it was empty and wet,
And they had lost their pain;
Soon ceased the play of cach dancing ray,
And the image was round again.
Three times they threw, three times they drew,
And all the while were mute;
And evermore their wonder grew,
Till they could not but dispute.
Their silence they broke, and each one spoke
Full long, and loud, and clear;
A man at sea their voices thrce
Full three leagues off might hcar.
The three wise men got home again
To their children and their wives:
But, touching their trip, and their net’s vain dip,
They disputed all their lives.
The wise men three could never agree,
Why they missed the promised boon;
They agrecd alone that their net they had thrown,
And thcy had not caught the moon.
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THONIAS LOVE PEACOCK
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·BOYYY GEORGE CAMPBELL
BONNY GEORGE CAMPBELL
Hie upon Hielands,
And laigh' upon Tay,
Bonny George Campbell
Rade out on a day.
Saddled and bridled,
Sae gallant to see;
Hame cam' his gude horse,
But never cam' he.
Down ran his auld mither,
Greetin' fu' saer;
Out ran his bonny bride,
Tearing her hair.
Saddled and bridled
And booted rade he;
Toom cam' his saddle,
But never cam' he.
ANONYMOUS
? Lamenting
1 Low.
• Empty.
THE LOST SHOE
Poor little Lucy
By some mischance,
Lost her shoe
As she did dance.

·THE LOST SHOE
'Twas not on the stairs,
Not in the hall;
Not where they sat
At supper at all.
She looked in the garden
But there it was not;
Henhouse or kennel,
Or high dovecoté.
Dairy and meadow,
And wild woods through
Showed not a trace
Of Lucy's shoe.
Bird nor bunny
Nor glimmering moon
Breathed a whisper
Of where 'twas gone.
It was cried and cried,
Oycz and Oyez!
In French, Dutch, Latin
And Portuguese.
Ships the dark seas
Went plunging through,
But none brought news
Of Lucy's shoe.
And still she patters
In silk and leather,
1 Old French for " listen."
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·ARVIES IN THE FIRE
O'er snow, sand, shingle,
In every weather;
Spain and Africa,
Hindustan,
Java, China
And lamped Japan;
Plains and desert
She hops--hops through
Pemambuco
To gold Peru;
Mountain and forest
And riser too,
All the world over
For her lost shoe.
WALTER DE LA MARE
ARMIES IN THE FIRE
The lamps now glitter down the street;
Faintly sound the falling feet;
And the blue even slowly falls
About the garden trees and walls.
Now in the falling of the gloom
The red fire paints the empty room:
And warmly on the roof it looks,
And flickers on the backs of books.
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·THE PIG'S TAIL
Armies march by tower and spire
Of cities blazing, in the fire;-
Till as I gaze with staring eyes,
The armies fade, the lustre dies.
Then once again the glow returns;
Again the phantom city burns;
And down the red-hot valley, lo!
The phantom armies marching go!
Blinking embers, tell me true
Where are those armies marching to,
And what the burning city is
That crumbles in
your
furnaces !
R. L. STEVENSON
THE PIG'S TAIL
A furry coat has the bear to wear,
The tortoise a coat of mail,
The yak has more than his share of hair,
But--the pig has the curly tail.
The elephant's tusks are sold for gold,
The slug leaves a silver trail,
The parrot is never too old to scold,
But-the pig has the curly tail.
The lion can either roar or snore,
The cow gives milk in a pail,
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·REEDS OF EXOCEYCE
The dog can guard a door, and more
But-the pig has the curly tai?
The monkey makes you smile a while,
The tiger makes you quail,
The fox has many a wile of guile,
Bus--the pig has the curls tail
For the rest of the beasts that perc,
From tiny mouse to the whale
There's much that I could say to-dzy,
But--the pig has the curls til
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REEDS OF INNOCENCE
Piping down the vallers
Piping songs of pleasan:
On a cloud I saw a child,
And he laughing said to 2:
"Pipe a song about a L!'
So i piped with memory
" Piper, pipe that song 2';
So I piped: be sep: to
"Drop thy pipe, ths kaip
Sing thy sungs of happen
So I sang the same
While he wept wiki
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·OLD RHYME “Piper, sit thee down and write In a book, that all may read." So he vanished from my sight, And I pluck'd a hollow rccd, And I made a rural pen, And I stained the water clear, And I wrote my happy songs Every child may joy to hear. WILLIAM BLAKE OLD RHYME When the wind is in the East, 'Tis neither good for man nor beast; When the wind is in the North, The skilful fisher goes not forth; When the wind is in the South, It blows the bait in the fish's mouth; When the wind is in the West, Then 'tis at the very best. ANONYMOUS SHUT THE DOOR Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore- No doubt you've heard the name before- Was a boy who never would shut a door! The wind might whistle, the wind might roar, And tecth be aching, and throats be sorc, But still he never would shut the door. 10

·SHUT TIE DOOR
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His father would beg, his mother implore,
"Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gorc,
We really do wish you would shut the door! '
They rigged out a shutter with sail and oar,
And threatened to pack off Gustavus Gore
On a voyage of penance to Singapore.
But he begged for mercy, and said, "No more!
Pray do not send me to Singapore
On a shutter, and then I will shut the door!
“You will? said his parents. "Then keep on
shore;
Dur mind you do! For the plague is sure
Of a fellow thar nerer will shut the door
Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore!”
WILLIAM BRICHTY RANDS
GODOLPHIN HORNE
Il'ho ras cursed zith the Sin of Pride, and
Became a Bool-Black
Godolphin Home was nobly born;
He held the human race in scorn,
And lired with all his sisters where
His father lived, in Berkeley Square.
And oh! the lad was deathly proud!
He never shook your hand or bored,

·GODOLPHIN HORNE But merely smirked and nodded thus: How perfectly ridiculous! Alas! That such affccted tricks Should flourish in a child of six! (For such was young Godolphin's age.) Just then, the Court required a page, Whereat the Lord High Chamberlain (The kindest and the best of men), He went good-naturedly and took A perfectly enormous book Called People Qualificd to Be Attendant on His Majesty, And murmurcd, as he scanned the list (To see that no one should be missed): · There's William Coutts has got the 'flu, And Billy Higgs would never do, And Guy de Vere is far too young, And ... wasn't D'Alton's father hung? And as for Alexander Byng! I think I know the kind of thing, A churchman, cleanly, nobly born, Come let us say Godolphin Horne? But hardly had he said the word When murmurs of dissent were hcard. The King of Iceland's cldest son Said, “Thank you! I am taking none!” The aged Duchess of Athlonc Remarked, in her sub-acid tone, "I doubt if he is what we need!" 12

·A WARNIYC
With which the bishops all agreed;
And even Lady Mary Flood
(S0 Lind, and oh! so really good)
Said, "No! He wouldn't do at all,
He'd make us feel a lot too small."
The Chamberlain said, “... Well, well, well!
No doubt you're right. ... One cannot rell!"
He took his gold and diamond pen
And scratched Godolphin out again.
So now Godolphin is the boy
Who blacks the boots at the Savoy.
HILAIRE BELLOC
A WARNING
Three children sliding on the ice
Upon a summer's day,
It so fell out they all fell in;
The rest they ran away.
Now, had these children been at home,
Or sliding on dry ground,
Ten thousand pounds to one penny
They had not all been droined.
You parents all that children have,
And
you
that have got none,
If you would have them safe abroad,
Pray keep them safe at home.
JOIN GAY
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·IF ALL THE WORLD WERE PAPER,
IF ALL THE WORLD WERE PAPER
If all the world were paper,
And all the sea were ink, ·
And all the trees were bread and cheese,
What should we do for drink?
If all the world were sand-o,
Oh, then what should we lack-o?
If, as they say, there were no clay,
How should we take tobacco?
If all our vessels ran-a,
If nonc but had a crack:
If Spanish apes ate all the grapes,
How should we do for sack?
If friars had no bald patcs,
Nor nuns had no dark cloistcrs;
If all the scas were beans and pcas,
How should we do for oysters?
If there had been no projects,
Nor nonc that did great wrongs;
If fiddlers shall turn players all,
How should we do for songs?
If all things were cternal,
And nothing their end bringing;
If this should be, then how should we
Here make an end of singing?
ANONYMOUS
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·POOR OLD HORSE
POOR OLD HORSE
Once I was clothed in linsey Woolsey fine,
My mane it did hang down, and my coat it did shine,
But now I'm growing old, and nature doth decay,
My master frowns on me, and these words I heard
him say,
“Poor old horse! You must diel'
I used to be kept all in the stable warm,
I had the best of shelter from cold and rain and
harm;
But now in open meadow, a hedge I'm glad to find,
To shield my sides from tempest, from driving sleet
and wind.
Poor old horse, let him die!
My shoulders once were sturdy, were glossy, smooth
and round,
But now, alas! they're rotten, I'm not accounted
sound.
As I have grown so aged, my teeth gone to decay,
My master frowns upon me; I often hear him say,
"Poor old horse, let him die!"
A groom upon me waited, on straw I snugly lay,
When fields were full of flowers, the air was sweet
with hay;
1A cloth made of linen and wool mixed.
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·POOR OUD HORSE
But now there's no good fccding prepared for mc
at all,
I'm forced to munch the nettles upon the kennel
wall,
Poor old horse, let him die!
My hide unto the huntsman so freely I will give,
My body to the hounds, for I'd rather dic than live:
I'vc followed them full oftcn, aye! many a score of
miles,
O'cr hedges, walls, and ditches, nor blinked at gates
and stilcs.
Poor old horse! You must dict
Ye gentlemen of England, ye sportsmen good and
bold,
All ye that love a huntcr, remember him when old;
Oh, put him in your stable, and make the old boy
warm,
And visit him, and pat him, and keep him out of
harm,
Poor old horsc, till he dic.
OLD SONC
THREE JOLLY WELSHMEN
There were three jovial Welshmen,
As I have heard them say.
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·THREE JOLLY WELSHMEN
And they would go a-hunting
Upon St. David's Day.
All the day they hunted,
And nothing could they find
But a ship a-sailing,
A-sailing with the wind.
Onc said it surely was a ship;
The other, he said, nay;
The third declared it was a house
With the chimney blown away.
And all the night they hunted,
And nothing could they find
Except the moon a-gliding,
A-gliding with the wind.
Onc said it surely was the moon;
The other, hc said, nay;
The third declared it was a chcese,
And half o't cut away.
And all the day they hunted,
And nothing could they find
Except a hedgehog in a bush,
And that they left behind.
One said it was a hedgehog;
The sccond, he said, nay;
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·TIRFE JOLLY WELSUSIEN
The third it was a pin-cushion,
And the pins stuck in strong way.
Then all next night they hunted,
And nothing could they find
Except a harc in a turnip ficld,
And that shey left behind.
Onc said it was a harc;
The second he said, nay;
The third he said it was a call,
And the cow had run away.
And all next day they hunted,
And nothing could they find
But an owl in a holly crec,
And that they left behind
One said sc surely was an out;
The other, he said, nav,
The third said 't113s an aged man,
Whose beard was growing grey
AVON Vats
THE CHERRY TREE CAROL
As Joseph was 2-2 alking.
He heard an angel cink
"This night shall be h
Our Hearenly Kirs
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·THE CHERRY-TREE CAROL
“He neither shall be born
In housen nor in hall,
Nor in the place of Paradise,
But in an ox's stall.
"He neither shall be clothed
In purple nor in pall,?
But all in fair linen,
As were babies all.
"He neither shall be rocked
In silver nor in gold,
But in a wooden cradle
That rocks on the mould.
“He ncither shall be christened
In white wine nor red
But with fair spring water,
With which we were christened,"
ANONYMOUS
Mantic or cloak,
THE PLAINT OF THE CAMEL
Canary-birds fced on sugar and sced,
Parrots have crackers to crunch;
And as for the poodles, they tell me the noodles
Have chicken and cream for their lunch.
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·poor
TIIE PLAINT OF TIIE CAMIEL
But there's never a question
About are digestion,
AVITUNG does for me.
Cats, you're aware, can repose in a chair,
Chickens can roost upon rails;
Puppics are able to sleep in a stable,
And oysters can slumber in pails.
But no one supposes
A Camel dozes.
A.VY PLACE docs for me.
Lambs are enclosed where it's never exposed,
Coops are constructed for hens;
Kittens are treated to houses well heated,
And pigs are protected by pens.
Búr a Camel comes handy
Wherever it's sandy,
ANYWZIERE does for me.
People would laugh if you rode a giraffe,
Or mounted the back of an ox:
It's nobody's habit to ride on a rabbit,
Or try to bestraddle a fox.
But as for a Camel, he's
Ridden by families--
AXY LOAD does for me.
A snake is as round as a hole in the ground;
Weasels are wary and sleek;
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·ROBIN FOOD AND THE TIVO GREY IRIARS
And 10 alligator could ever bc straighter
Than lizards that live in a creck,
But a camel's all lumpy,
And bumpy, and lumpy,
ANY SHAPE docs for me.
CHARLES EDWARD CARRYI.
ROBIN HOOD AND THE TWO GREY FRIARS
Bold Robin has rolcd him in ghostly attire,
And forth he is gone like a holy friar,
Singing, hey down, he down, down, derry down:
And of two grcy friars he soon was aware,
Regaling themselves with dainty farc,
All on the fallen lcaves so brown,
---
motoren
"Good morrow, good lorothers," said bold Robin
Hloud,
"And what make
you in good greenwood,
Singing, hey down, ho down, down, dcrry down!
Now give me, I pray you, wine and fooct;
For none can I find in the good greenwood,
All on the fallen lcaves so brown."
Good brother," they said, "We would give you full
fain,
But we have no inore than enough for twain,
Singing, hey down, ho down, down, derry down."
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·ROBIN HOOD AND THE TWO GRCY FRIARS
"Then give me some money," said bold Robin Hood,
"For none can I find in the good greenwood,
All on the fallen leaves so brown."
"No money have we, good brother," said they:
“Then," said he, we three for money will pray,
Singing, hey down, ho down, down, derry down:
And whatever shall come at the end of our prayer,
We three holy friars will piously share,
All on the fallen leaves so brown."
"We will not pray with thee, good brother, God
wot;
For truly, good brother, thou pleasest us not,
Singing, hey down, ho down, down, derry down."
Then up they both started from Robin to run,
But down on their knees Robin pulled them each
one,
All on the fallen leaves so brown.
The
grey friars prayed with a doleful face,
But bold Robin prayed with a right merry grace,
Singing, hey down, ho down, down, derry down:
And when they had prayed their portmanteau he
took,
And from it a hundred good angels' he shook
All on the fallen leaves so brown.
1 Old English gold coins
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·HAND OVER HAND
“ The saints," said bold Robin, "have hearkened
our prayer,
And here's a good angel apiece for your share;
If more you would have, you must win ere you wear,
Singing, hey down, ho down, down, derry down.'
Then he blew his good horn with a musical cheer,
And fifty good bowmen came trooping full near,
And away the grey friars they bounded like decr,
All on the fallen leaves so brown.
THOMAS LOVE PEACOCK
HAND OVER HAND
A handy ship, and a handy crew,
Handy, my boys, so handy;
A handy ship, and a handy crew,
Handy, my boys, away oh..
A handy skipper and second mate, too,
Handy, my boys, so handy;
A handy skipper and second matc, too,
Handy, my boys, away oh.
A handy Bose,' and a handy Sails,"
Handy, my boys, so handy;
A handy Bose, and a handy Sails,
Handy, my boys, away oh.
ANONYMOUS
: Sailmaker.
Boatswain.
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·TIE T'AIRIES
THE FAIRIES
Up the airy mountain,
Down the rushy glen,
We darcn't go a-hunting
For fear of little men;
Wec folk, good folk,
Trooping all together;
Green jacket, red cap,
And white owl's leather!
Down along the rocky shore
Some make their hom
They live on crispy pancakes
of yellow tide-foam;
Some in the reeds
of the black mountain-lake,
With frogs for their warch-dogs,
All night awake.
High on the hill-top
The old King sits;
He is now so old and grey
He's nigh lost his tits.
With a bridge of white míst
Columbkill he crosses,
On his stately journeys
From Slierelcague to Rosses;
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·THE FAIRIES Or going up with music On cold starry nights, To sup with the Queen Of ihc gay Northern Lights. Thcy stolc little Bridget For seven years long; When she came down again Her friends were all gone. They took her lightly back, Berween the night and morrow; They thought that she was fast asleep, But she was dead with sorrow. They have kept her ever since Deep within the lake, On a bed of flag-lcaves Watching till she wake. By the craggy hill-side, Through the mosses barc, They have planted thorn-trecs For plcasure here and there. Is any man so daring As to dig them up in spite, Hc shall find their sharpest thorns In his bed at night. Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, -- 26

·THE ISLE OF LOXE
Ve daren't go a-hunting
For fear of little men;
Wee folk, good folk,
Trooping all together;
Green jacket, red cap.
And white owl's feather!
WILLIASI ALLINGHAM
THE ISLE OF LONE
Three dwarfs there were which lived in an isle,
And the name of that isle was Lone,
And the names of the dwarfs were Alliolgle,
Lallerie, Muziornone.
Alliolyle was green of een,'
Lallerie light of locks,
Muziomone was mild of mien
As exes in April flocks.
Their house was small and sweet of the sea,
And pale as the Malmsey wine;
Their bowls were three, and their beds were three
And their nightcaps white were nine.
Their beds they were made of the holly-wood,
Their combs of the tortoise's shell,
Three basias of silver in corners there stood,
And three little etrers as well
1 Eyes
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·T117 ISIT ON LONE
Worc
Green rushes, groen rushes lay thick on the poor,
For light heamce i oblet of wax;
*There were three wooden stools for whatever they
On their lumpityorlumpily backs.
So cach would lie on a crowsy pillow
And watch ihe moon in the sky--
And licar the parrot scrcam 10 the billow,
The Willow roar reply.
Parrots of sapphire and sulphur and amber,
Scarlet ind flame and green,
While five-loot apes cliel scramble and clamber
In the ſcathory-tufiad troca.
All night long with bubbles a-glisten
The occan cricd under the moon,
Till
po and parrot, too sleepy to listen,
To sleep and slumber were gone.
Then from three small beds the dark hours' while
In a house in ile Island of Lone
Rose the snoring of Lalleric, Alliolylc,
The snoring of Muziomone.
But soon as cvcr cmc poep
of sun
On coral and leathery tree,
Three night-coppel dwarfs to the surf would run
And soon were i-bob in the scal.
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·THE ISLE OF LOVE At six they went fishing, at nine they snared Young foxes in the dells, At noon on sweet berries and honey they fared, And blew in their twisted shells. Dark was the sea they gambolled in, And thick with silver fish, Dark as green glass blown clear and thin To be a monarch's dish. Thcy sate to sup in a jasmine bower Lít pale with flies of fire, Their bowls the hue of the iris-flower, And lemon their attire. Sucet wine in little cups they sipped, And golden honeycomb Into their bowls of cream they dipped Whipt light and white as foam. Now Alliolyle, where the sandflower blows, Taught three old apes to sing- Taught three old apes to dance on their toes And caper round in a ring They yelled them hoarse and they croaked them sweet, They twirled them about and around. To the noise of their voices they danced with their feet, They stamped with their feet on the ground. 29

·THE ISLE OF LONE
But down to the shore skipped Lallerie,
His parrot on his thumb,
And the twain they scritched in mockery
While the dancers go and come.
And, alas! in the evening, rosy and still,
Light-haired Lallerie
Bitterly quarrelled with Alliolyle
By the yellow-sanded sea.
The rising moon swam sweet and large
Before their furious cycs,
And they rolled and rolled to the coral marge
Where the surf for ever cries.
Too late, too latc, comes Muziomone:
Clcar in the clear
green sca
Alliolylc lics not alone
But clasped with Lallerie.
He blows on his shell plaintive notes;
Apc, parraquito, bec
Flock where a shoe on the salt wavc floats
Thc shoc of Lallcric.
He fetches nightcaps one and ninc,
Grey apes he dowers three,
His house as fair as the Malmsey wine
Secms sad as the cypress-tree.
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·TIIE ISLE OF LOVE
Three bowls he brims with street honeyco
To fcast the bumble bees,
Saying: "O bees, be this your home,
For grief is on the seas"
He sate him lone in a coral grot,
At the flowing in of the tide;
When ebbed the billow, there was not,
Save coral, aught beside.
So hairy apes in three white beds,
And nightcaps, one and nine,
On moonlit pillows lay thrce heads
Bemused with dwarfish wine.
A comb of coral, the dırge of bee,
The grey apes' guttural groan
For Alliolyle, for Lallerie,
For thee, O Muziomone!
WALTER DE LA MARE
* Stupefied.
MARCH
The cock is crowing,
The stream is flowing,
The small birds twitter,
The lake doth glitter,
The green field sleeps in the sun;
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·MARCH
The oldest and youngest
Arc at work with the strongest;
The cattle are grazing,
Their heads never raising;
There are forty fecding like one!
Like an
army
dcfeated
The snow hath retreated,
And now doth farc ill
On the top of the bare hill;
The ploughboy is whooping-anon-anon:
There's joy on the mountains;
There's lifc in the fountains;
Small clouds are sailing,
prevailing;
The rain is over and gone!
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH
Blue sky
THE DORMOUSE
The little Dormousc is tawny red;
Hc makes against winter a nice snug bed;
He makes his bed in a mossy bank,
Where the plants in summer grow tall and rank;
Away from the light, far underground,
His slccp through winter is quict and sound;
And when all above him freezes and snows,
What is it to him, for he naught of it knows?
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·771E DORMIOUSE And till the cold time of the winter is gone, The little Dormouse keeps sleeping on. But at last, in the fresh breezy days of the spring, When the grech leares bud, and the merry birds sing, And the dread of the winter is over and past, The little Dormouse peeps out at last. Out of his snug, quiet burrow he wends, And looks all about for his neighbours and friends; Then he says, as he sits at the foot of a larch, "'Tis a beautiful day, for the first day of Marchi! The violer is blowing, the blue sky is clear; The lark is upspringing, his carol I hear; And in the green fields are the lamb and the foal; I am glad I'm not sleeping now down in my holel” Then anay he runs in his merry mood, Over the fields and into the wood, To find any grain there may chance to be, Or any small berry that hangs on the tree. So, from early morning till late at night, Has this poor little creature its own delight, Looking down to the earth and up to the sky, Thinking, "Ahl what a happy Dormouse am I!" XLARY HOWITT 33

·THE PALACE
THE PALACE
(From "Nymphidia")
This palace standeth in the air,
By necromancy' placed there,
That it no tempest nccds to fear
Which way so ere it blow it;
And somewhat southward tow'rd the noon,
Whence lics a way up to the moon,
And thence the fairy can as soon
Pass to the carth below it.
The walls of spiders' legs are made,
Well mortised and finely laid;
He was the master of his tracic
It curiously that builded :
The windows of the
of the cyes of cats,
And for the roof, instcad of slats,
Is cover'd with the skins of bats,
With moonshine that are gilded.
MICHAEL DRAYTON
Magic.
. With thc parts well fitted together.
1
THE QUEEN'S CHARIOT
(From " Nymphidia ")
Her chariot ready straight is made,
Each thing therein is fitting laid,
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·TIIE QUEEN'S CHARIOT
That she by nothing might be stay'd,
For nought must be letting;
Four nimble gnats the horses were,
Thcir harnesses of
gossamer,
Fly Cranion her charioteer
Upon the coachbox getting.
Her chariot of a snail's fine shell,
Which for the colours did excel,
The fair Queen Mab becoming well,
So lively was the limning;'
The scat, the soft wool of the bee,
The cover, gallantly to see,
The wing of a picd butterfly;
I trow 'tsas simple trimming.
The wheels compos'd of crickets' bones
And daintily made for the nonce,"
For fear of rattling on the stones
With thistle down they shod it;
For all her maidens much did fear,
if Oberon had chance to hear
That Mab his Queen should have been there,
He would not have abode it.
She mounts her chariot in a trice,
Nor would she stay for no advice,
* Hindering
* Drawing or painting
For the present occasion
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·THE QUEEN'S CHARIOT Until her maids, that were so nice, To wait on her were fitted, But ran away herself alone; Which when they hcard, there was not one But hasted after to be gone, As she had been diswitted.' Hop and Mop and Drop so clear, Pip and Trip and Skip that were To Mab their sovereign ever dear, Her special Maids of Honour; Fib and Tib and Pinck and Pin, Tick and Quick and Jill and Jin, Tit and Nit and Wap and Win, The train that wait upon hcr. Upon a grasshopper they got, And what with amble and with trot, For hedge nor ditch thcy sparcd not, But after her they hic them; A cobweb over them they throw, To shicld the wind if it should blow; Themselves they wisely could bestow, Lest any should cspy chcm. MICHAEL DRAYTO: Lost hicr wits. 36

·FROM A RAILWAY CARRIACE
FROM A RAILWAY CARRIAGE
Faster than fairies, faster than witches,
Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches;
And charging along like troops in a battle,
All through the nicadows the horses and carde:
All of the sights of the hill and the plain
Fly as thick as driving rain;
And ever again, in the sink of an eye,
Painted stations whistle by.
Here is a child who clambers and scrambles,
All by himself and gathering brambles;
Here is a tramp who stands and gazes;
And therc is the green for stringing the daisies!
Here is a cart run away in the road
Lumping along with man and load;
And here is a mill and there is a river:
Each a glimpse and gone for ever!
R. L. STEVENSOY
THE FLATTERED FLYING-FISH
Said the Shark to the Flying-Fish over the phone:
"Will
you join me to-night? I am dining alone.
Let me order a nice little dinner for two
And come as you are, in your shimmering '..
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·THE SIIIP OF RIO "I Said the Flying-Fish: "Fancy remembering me, And the dress that I wore at the Porpoises' tea!". " How could I forget?” said the Shark in his guile: cxpect you at cight!" and rang off with a smile. She has powdered her nose; she has put on her things; She is off' with one flap of her luminous wings. O little onc, lovely, light-hearted and vain, The moon will not shinc on your beauty again! E. V. RIEU THE SHIP OF RIO 4 1 There was a ship of Rio Sailed out into the bluc, And nine and ninety monkeys Werc all her jovial crew. From bo'sun to the cabin boy, From quarter to caboose, There weren't a stitch of calico To brccch 'en-tight or loosc; From spar to deck, from deck to kccl. · Froni barnacle to shroud, There weren't one pair of reach-mc-downs To all that jabbering crowd. * Thc ship's galley or kitchen. 38

·ROLL TILE COTTON DOWN
But wasn't it a gladsome sight,
When roared the deep-sea gales,
To see them reef her fore and aft,
A-swinging by their tails!
Oh, wasn't it a gladsome sight,
When glassy calm did come,
To see them squatting tailor-wise
Around a keg of rum!
Oh, wasn't it a gladsome sight,
When in she sailed to land,
To see them all a-scampering skip
For nuts across the sand!
WALTER DE LA MARE
ROLL THE COTTON DOWN
(Halliards)
Come roll the cotton down, my boys,
Roll the cotton down;
Come roll the cotton down, my boys,
O roll the colton down.
Come hither, all you nigger boys,
Roll the cotton down;
Come hither, all you bigger boys,
O roll the cotton down.
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·ROLL TIIE COTTON DOWN
A dollar a day is a white man's pay,
Roll the cotton down;
A dollar a day is a white man's pay,
O roll the cotton downi.
Ten dollars a day is a black man's pay,
Roll thc cotton downı;
Ten dollars a day is a black man's pay,
O roll the cotton down.
The white man's
pay
is rather high,
Roll the cotton down;
The white man's pay is rather high,
O roll ile cotton down..
The black man's pay is rather low,
Roll the cotton downı;
The black man's pay is rather low,
O roll thic collon down.
Around Cape Horn we're bound to go,
Roll the cotton down;
Around Cape Horn we're bound to go,
O roll ihic cotton downı.
So stretch it aſt and start a song,
Roll the cotton down;
So streich it aſt and start a song,
O roll the cotton down.
ANONYMOUS
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·WHEN ALL THE WORLD IS YOUNG
WHEN ALL THE WORLD IS YOUNG
When all the world is
young
lad,
And all the trecs are grcen;
And every goose a swan, lad,
And cvery lass a queen;
Then hey for boot and horse, lad,
And round the world away!
Young blood must have its course, lad,
And every dog his day.
When all the world is old, lad,
And all the trees are brown;
And all the sport is stale, lad,
And all the wheels run down;
Crecp home, and take your place there,
The spent and maimed among
God grant you find one face there,
You loved when all was young.
CHARLES KINGSLEY
BARBARA FRIETCHIE
Up from the meadows rich with com,
Clear in the cool September morn,
The clustered spires of Frederick stand
Green-walled by the hills of Maryland.
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·BARBARA FRIETCHIE
Round about them orchards sweep,
Apple and peach tree fruited deep,
Fair as the garden of the Lord
To the cycs of the famished rebel horde,
On that pleasant morn of the carly fall
When Lee marched over the mountain-wall.
Over the mountains winding down,
Horse and foot, into Frederick town.
Forty flags with their silver stars,
Forty flags with their crimson bars,
Flapped in the morning wind: the sun
Of noon looked down, and saw not one.
Up rosc old Barbara Frietchic then,
Bowed with her fourscore years and ten;
Bravest of all in Frederick town,
She took up the flag the men hauled down;
C
In her attic window the staff shc sct,
To show that one heart was loyal yct.
Up the street came the rebel trcad,
Stonewall Jackson riding ahead.
Under his slouched hat, left and right,
Hc glanced; the old flag met his sight.
“Halt!"-the dust-brown ranks stood fast.
“Fire!"-out blazed the rific blast.
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·BARBARA FRIETCHIE
It shivered the window, pane and sash;
It rent the banner with seam and gash.
Quick, as it fell, from the broken staff
Dame Barbara snatched the silken scarf
grey head,
She leaned far out on the window sill,
And shook it forth with a royal sill.
"Shoot, if
you must, this old
But
spare your country's flag,' she said.
A shade of sadness, a blush of shame,
Over the face of the leader came;
The noble narure within him suirred
To lifc, at that woman's deed and word.
“Who couches a hair on yon grey head
Dies like a dog! March on! he said.
All day long through Frederick Street
Sounded the tread of marching feet;
All day long the free flag rossd
Over the heads of the rebel host;
Ever its torn folds rose and fell
On the loyal winds, that loved it ssell.
And through the hill-gaps sunset light
Shone orer it with a warm good-night,
Barbara Frieschie's work is o'er,
And the rebel rides on his raids no more.
1. G. WETTI
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·THE PICTURE
THE PICTURE
Here is a sea-legged sailor,
Come to this tottering Inn,
Just when the bronze on its signboard is fading,
And the black shades of evening begin.
With his head on thick paws sleeps a sheep-dog,
There stoops the shepherd, and see,
All follow-my-leader the ducks waddle homeward,
Under the sycamore tree.
Very brown is the face of the sailor,
His bundle is crimson, and green
Are the thick leafy boughs that hang dense o'er
the tavern,
And blue the far meadows between.
But the crust, ale, and cheese of the sailor,
His
mug
and his platter of delf,
And the crescent to light home the shepherd and
sheep-dog,
The painter has kept to himself.
WALTER DE LA MARE
THE GREENVICH PENSIONER
'Twas in the good ship Rover,
I sailed the world all round,

·THE CREEVNICII PENSIONER And for three years and over I ne'cr touched British ground. At length in England landed, I left the roaring main, Found all relations stranded, And went to sea again, And went to sea again. That time bound straight for Portugal, Right fore and aft we bore, But when we made Cape Ortegal, A gale blew off the shore. She lay, so did it shock her, A log upon the main; Till, saved from Davy's locker We put to sea again, We put to sea again. Next sailing in a frigate got my timber toe. I never more shall jig it As once I used to do. My leg was shot off fairly All by a ship of Spain; But I could siab the galley, I went to sea again, I went to sea again. And still I am cnabled To bring up in the rear, 45

·LONE DOG
Although I'm quite disabled
And lie in Greenwich tier.
There's schooners in the river,
A-riding to the chain,
But I shall never, cyer
Put out to sea again,
Put out to sea again.
ANONYMOUS
LONE DOG
I'm a lcan dog, a keen dog, a wild dog, and lone;
I'm a rough dog, a tough dog, hunting on my own;
I'm a bad dog, a mad dog, teasing silly shecp;
I love to sit and bay the moon, to keep fat souls from
sleep.
I'll never be a lap dog, licking dirty fect,
A sleek dog, a meck dog, cringing for my mcat;
Not for me the fireside, the well-lilled plate,
But shut door, and sharp stonc, and cuff, and kick,
and hate.
Not for me the other dogs, running by my side;
Some have run a short while, but none of them
would bidc.
O mine is still thc lone trail, the hard trail, the best,
Wide wind, and wild stars, and the hunger of the
quest!
IRENE NICLEOD
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·TIE KNICIT'S LEAP
?
THE KNIGHT'S LEAP
A Legend of Altenahr
So the foemen have fired the gate, men of mine;
And the water is spent and gone?
Then bring me a cup of the red Ahr-wine:
I never shall drink but this one.
And fetch me my hamess, and saddle my horse,
And lead him me round to the door
He must take such a icap tonight perforce,
As horse never took before.
I have lived by the saddle for years a score:
And if I must die on trec,
The old saddle tree, which has borne :::
Is the properest timber for me.
* I have lived my life, I have fou
I have drunk my share of me
From Trier to Coln there 123 ..
Led a merrier life than a
So now to show bishop.cz
How the Altenahrbti
If they smoke the c5
He must take to si

·MICHAEL'S SONG He harnessed himself by the clear moonshine, And he mounted his horse at the door; And he drained such a pull at the red Ahr-wine, As never man took before. He spurred the old horse, and he held him tight, And he leapt him out over the wall; Out over the cliff, out into the night, Three hundred feet of fall, They found him next morning below in the glen, With never a bone in him whole- But heaven may yet For such a bold rider's soul. CHARLES KINGSLEY than men, have more mercy MICHAEL'S SONG --* Because I set no snare But leave them flying free, All thc birds of the air Belong to me. From the blue-tit on the sloe To the cagle on the height, Uncaged they come and go For my delight. And so the sunward way I soar on the cagle's wings, 48

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·MATILDA
Attempted to believe Matilda :
The effort very nearly killed her,
And would have donc so, had not she
Discovered this infirmity.
For once, towards the close of day,
Matilda, growing tired of play,
And finding she was left alone,
Went tiptoe to the telephone,
And summoned thc immcdiate aid
Of London's noblc fire-brigade.
Within an hour the gallant band
Were pouring in on every hand,
From Putney, Hackney Downs, and Bow
With courage high and hearts a-glow
They galloped, roaring through the town,
Matilda's house is burning down!
Inspired by British cheers and loud
Proceeding from the frenzied crowd,
They ran their ladders through a score
Of windows on the ballroom floor;
And took peculiar pains to souse
The pictures up and down the house,
Until Matilda's aunt succeeded
In showing them they were not needed.
And even then she had to pay
To get the men to go away!
It happened that a few weeks later,
Her aunt was off to the theatre,
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·MATILDA To see that interesting play, The Second Mrs. Tanqueray. She had refused to take her niece To hcar this entertaining picce: A deprivation just and wise, To punish her for telling lies. That night a fire did break out- You should have heard Matilda shout! You should have heard her scream and bawl, And throw the window up and call To people passing in the street (The rapidly increasing heat Encouraging her to obtain Their confidencebut all in vain! For every time she shouted “Fire!" They only answered "Little liar! And therefore when her aunt reçurned, Matilda, and the house, were burned HILAIRE DELLOC EARL HALDAN'S DAUGHTER It was Earl Haldan's daughter, She looked across the sca; She looked across the water; And long and loud laughed she: The locks of six princesses Must be my marnage fec, 51 ·MATILDA Attempted to believe Matilda: The cffort very nearly killed her, And would have done so, had not she Discovered this infirmity. For once, towards the close of day, Matilda, growing tired of play, And finding she was left alone, Went tiptoe to the telephone, And summoned the immcdiate aid Of London's noble fire-brigade. Within an hour thc gallant band Were pouring in on every hand, From Putney, Hackney Downs, and Bow With courage high and hearts a-glow They galloped, roaring through the town, “ Matilda's house is burning down! Inspired by British cheers and loud Proceeding from the frenzied crowd, They ran their ladders through a score Of windows on the ballroom floor; And took peculiar pains to souse The pictures up and down thc house, Until Matilda's aunt succeeded In showing them they were not necdcd. And cven then she had to pay To get the men to go away! 22 ماه It happened that a few weeks later, Her aunt was off to the theatre, 50

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·EARL HALDAN'S DAUGHTER So hey bonny boat, and ho bonny boat! Who comes a-wooing me? It was Earl Haldan's daughter, She walked along the sand; When she was aware of a knight so fair Come sailing to the land. His sails were all of velvet, His mast of beaten gold, And " Hey bonny boat, and ho bonny boat Who saileth here so bold?' The locks of five princesses I won beyond the sea; I clipt their golden tresses, To fringe a cloak for thee. One handful yet is wanting, But one of all the tale; So hey bonny boat, and ho bonny boat! Furl up thy velvet sail! He leapt into the water, That rover young and bold, He gript Earl Haldan's daughter, Hc clipt her locks of gold: Go weep, go wccp, proud maiden, The tale is full to-day. Now hcy bonny boat, and ho bonny boat! Sail Westward ho! away! 3 CHARLES KINGSLEY I Number, 52

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·THIE OUTLAIY
THE OUTLAW
(From "Rokeby
O, Brignal banks are wild and fair,
And Greta woods are green,
And
you may gather garlands there
Would
grace 2 summer queen.
And as I rode by Dalton Hall
Bencath the currecs high,
A maiden on the castle wall
Was singing merrily:-
Chorus
"O, Brignal banks are fresh and fair,
And Creta woods are green;
I'd rather tove with Edmund there,
Than reign our English queen."
"If, maiden, thou wouldst wend svith me,
To leave both tower and town,
Thou first must guess what life lead we
Thar dwell by dale and down
And if thou canst that riddle read,
As read full well you may,
Then to the greenwood shalt thou speed
As blithe as Queen of May."
Chorus
Yet sung she, “ Brignal banks are fair,
And Creta soods are green;
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·THE OUTLAW I'd rather rove with Edmund there, Than reign our English queen "I read you, by your bugle-horn And by your palfrey good, I read you for a ranger sworn To keep the king's greenwood.” -"A ranger, lady, winds his horn, And 'tis at peep of light; His blast is heard at merry morn, And minc at dead of night.” Chorus Yet sung she, “ Brignal banks are fair, And Greta woods are gay; I would I were with Edmund there To reign his Queen of May! "With burnish'd brand' and musketoon? So gallantly you come. I read you for á bold dragoon That lists the tuck of drum." -"I list no more the tuck of drum, No more the trumpet hear; But when the beetle sounds his hum, My comrades take the spear. Chorus "And oh! though Brignal banks be fair And Greta woods be gay, Ta sword. A short muskot. 54

·TICE OUTLAW
Yet mickle' must the maidon dare
Would reign my Queen of May!
"Dlaiden! a nameless life I lead,
A nameless death lil die;
The fiend, whose lantern lights the mead
Were better matc than I?
And when I'm with my comrades met
Bencath the greenwood bougla
What once we were we all forget,
Nor think what we are now."
Chorus
" Yet Brignal banks are fresh and fair,
And Greta woods are green,
And
you may gather garlands there
Would
grace a summer quccn."
SIR WALTER SCOTT
Much
AS I LAYE ATHYNKYNGE
The Last Lines of Thomas Ingoldsby
As I laye a-thynkynge, a-thynkynge, a-thynkynge,
letric sang the Birde as she sat upon the spraye;
There came a noble Knyghte,
With his hauberke' shynynge brighte,
Coat of mail
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·AS I LAYE A-THYYKYNGE And his gallant heart was lyghte, Free and gaye; As I lay a-thynkynge, he rode upon his waye. As I laye a-thynkynge, a-thynkynge, a-thynkynge, Sadly sang the Birde as she sat upon the tree! There seem'd a crimson plain, Where a gallant Knyghte laye slayne, And a steed with broken rein Ran free, As I laye a-thynkynge, most pitiful to see! As I laye a-thynkynge, a-thynkynge, a-thynkynge, Merrie sang the Birde as she sat upon the boughe; A lovely Mayde came bye And a gentil youth was nyghe, And he breathed many a syghe And a vowe; As I laye a-thynkynge her heart was gladsome now. As I laye a-thynkynge, a-thynkynge, a-thynkynge, Sadly sang the Birde as she sat upon the thorne; No more a Youth was there, But a Maiden rent her haire, And cried in sadde despaire, "That I was borne!" As I laye a-thynkynge she perished forlorne. As I laye a-thynkynge, a-thynkynge, a-thynkynge, Sweetly sang the Birde as she sat upon the briar; 56

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·THE RIVALS
THE RIVALS
I heard a bird at dawn
Singing sweetly on a tree,
That the dew was on the lawn,
And the wind was on the lea;
But I didn't listen to him,
For he didn't sing to me!
I didn't listen to him,
For he didn't sing to me
That the dew was on the lawn,
And the wind was on the lea!
I was singing at the time
Just as prettily as he!
I was singing all the time,
Just as prettily as he,
About the dew upon the lawn,
And the wind
upon
the lea!
So I didn't listen to him,
As he sang upon a tree!
JAMES STEPHENS
THE NEW DUCKLING
"I want to be new,” said the duckling.
"Oh, ho!" said the wise old owl,
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·TILE NEW DUCKLING
Whilc the guinea-pig cluttered off chuckling
To tell all the rest of the fowl.
"I should like a more elegant figure,"
That child of a duck went on.
"I should like to grow bigger and bigger,
Until I could swallow a swan.
"I won't be the bond-slave of habit.
I won't have those webs on my toes.
I want to run round like a rabbit,
A rabbit as red as a rose.
"I don't want to waddle like mother,
Os quack bibe my silly old dad.
I want to be utterly other,
And frightfully modern and mad.”
"Do you know," said the turkey," you're quacking
There's a fox crecping up thro' the ryc;
And, if you're not utterly lacking,
You'll make for that duck-pond. Good-bye?"
But the duckling was perky as perky.
"Take care of your stuffing!” he callcd.
(This was horribly rude to a turkey!)
But
you aren't a real turkey," he bawled.
" You're an carly-Victorian sparrow!
A fox is niore fun than a sheep!
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·THE RIVALS
THE RIVALS
I heard a bird at dawn
Singing sweetly on a tree,
That the dew was on the lawn,
And the wind was on the lea;
But I didn't listen to him,
For he didn't sing to me!
I didn't listen to him,
For he didn't sing to me
That the dew was on the lawn,
And the wind was on the lea!
I was singing at the time
Just as prettily as he!
I was singing all the time,
Just as prerrily as he,
About the dew
upon
the lawn,
And the wind upon the lea!
So I didn't listen to him,
As he sang upon a tree!
JAMES STEPHENS
THE NEW DUCKLING
"I want to be new," said the duckling.
“Oh, ho!" said the wise old owl,
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·THIE NEW DUCKLING
Vhile the guinea pig cluttered off chuckling
To tell all the rest of the low).
"I should like a more elegant figure,"
That child of a duck went on.
"I should like to grow bigger and bigger,
Unul I could swallow a swan.
"I won't be the bond-slave of habit.
I won't have those webs on my toes.
I want to run round like a rabbit,
A rabbit as red as a rose.
"I don't want to waddle like mother,
Or quack like my silly old dad.
I want to be utterly other,
And frightfully modern and mad."
“Do you know," said the turkey," you're quacking!
There's a fox crecping up chro' the ryc;
And, if you're not utterly lacking,
You'll make for that duck-pond Good-bye?"
But the duckling was perky as perky.
"Take care of your stuffing!" he called.
(This was horribly rude to a turkey!)
you aren't a real turkey," he bawied.
"You're an carly-Victorian sparrow!
A fox is more fun than a sheep!
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·POCAHONTAS
I shall show that my mind is not narrow
And give him my
feathers--to keep."
Now the curious end of this fable,
So far as the rest ascertained,
Though they searched from the barn to the stable,
Was that only his feathers remained.
So he wasn't the bond-slave of habit,
And he didn't have webs on his tocs;
And perhaps he runs round like a rabbit,
A rabbit as red as a rose.
ALFRED NOYES
POCAHONTAS
Wcaried arm and broken sword
Wage in vain the desperate fight;
Round him press a countless horde,
He is but a single knight.
Hark! a cry of triumph shrill
Through the wilderness resounds,
As, with twenty bleeding wounds,
Sinks the warrior, fighting still.
Now they heap the fatal pyre,
And the corch of death they light:
Ah! 'tis hard to die of fire!
Who will shield the captive knight?
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·POCATIONTAS
Round the stake with fiendish cry
Whcel and dance the savage crowd,
Cold the victim's mien and proud,
And his breast is bared to dic.
Who will shield the fearless heart?
Who avert the murderous blade?
From the throng, with sudden start,
Scc therc springs an Indian maid.
Quick she stands before the knight;
“Loose the chain, unbind the ring;
I am daughter of the King,
And I claim the Indian right!
Dauntlessly aside she flings
Lifted axe and thirsty knife;
Fondly to his heart she clings,
And her bosom guards his lifel
In the woods of Pou hattan,
Still 'tis told, by Indian fires,
How a daughter of their sires
Saved the captive Englishman.
W. M. THACKERAY
THE DISCOVERER OF THE NORTH CAPE
(From King Alfred's "Orosius )
Othere, the old sea-captain,
Who dwelt in Helgoland,
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·THE DISCOVERER OF THE NORTH CAPE
To King Alfred, the Lover of Truth,
Brought a snow-white walrus-tooth,
Which he held in his brown right hand.
His figure was tall and stately,
Like a boy's his eye appeared;
His hair was yellow as hay,
But threads of a silvery grey
Gleamed in his
tawny
beard.
Hearty and hale was Othere,
His check had the colour of oak;
With a kind of a laugh in his speech,
Like the sea-ride on a beach,
As unto the King he spoke.
And Alfred, King of the Saxons,
Had a book upon his knees,
And wrote clown the wondrous tale
Of him who was first to sail
Into the Arctic seas.
"So far I live to the northward,
No man lives north of me;
To the cast are wild mountain-chains,
And beyond them meres' and plains;
To the westward all is sea.
“So far I live to the northward,
From the harbour of Skeringeschale,
i Lakes.
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·THE DISCOVERER OF THE NORTH CIPE
If you only sailed by day,
With a fair wind all the way,
More than a month would you sail.
"I own six hundred reindeer,
With sheep and swinc bcsidc;
I have tribute from the Finns,
Whalebone and reindeer-skins,
And ropes of walrus-hide.
"I ploughed the land with horses
But my heart was ill at case,
For the old scafaring men
Came to me now and then,
Wit their sagas' of the seas:---
“Of Iceland and of Greenland,
And the stormy Hcbrides,
And the undiscovered deep;-
I could not cat nor sleep
For thinking of those seas.
“To the northward stretched the desert,
How far I fain would know;
So at last I sallied forth,
And three days sailed due north,
As far as the whale-ships go.
“To the west of me was the ocean,
To the right the desolate shore,
Talcs or legeads
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·TIIE DISCOVERER OF THE NORTH CAPE But I did not slacken sail For the walrus or the whale Till after three days more. “The days grew longer and longer, Till they became as one, And northward through the haze I saw the sullen blaze Of the red midnight sun. " And then uprose before me. Upon the water's edge, The huge and haggard shape Of that unknown North Cape, Whose form is like a wedge. "The sea was rough and stormy, The tempest howled and wailed, And the sca-fog, like a ghost, Haunted that dreary coast, But onward still I sailed. "Four days I steered to castward, Four days without a night: Round in a fiery ring Went the great sun, 0 King With red and lurid light. Here Alfred, King of the Saxons, Ccascd writing for a while; 64 ·THE DISCOVERER OF THE SORTII CAPE 1 And raised his eyes from his book, With a strange and puzzled look, And an incredulous smile. But Othere, the old sca-captain, He neither paused nor stirred, Till the King listened, and then Once more took up his pen, And wrote down every word. "And now the land," said Othere, "Bent southward suddenly, And I followed the curving shore And cser southward bore Into a nameless sea, And there wc hunted the walrus, The narwhale, and the scal; Ha! 'twas a noble game, And like the lightning's fiame Flew our harpoons of steel. "There were six of us altogether, Norsemen of Helgoland; In two days and no more We killed of them threescore, And dragged them to the strand!” Here Alfred, the Truth-Teller, Suddenly closed his book, 65 10

·BLOW, BULLIES, BLOW
And lifted his blue eyes,
With doubt and strange surmise
Depicted in their look.
And Othere, the old sea-captain,
Stared at him wild and weird,
Then smiled, till his shining teeth
Gleamed whitc from underneath
His tawny, quivering beard.
And to the King of the Saxons,
In witness of the truth,
Raising his noble head,
He stretched his brown hand, and said,
“Behold this walrus-tooth!
.
H. W. LONGFELLOW
BLOW, BULLIES, BLOW
(Halliards)
There's a Black Ball barque coming down the river
Blow, bullies, blow;
There's a Black Ball barque coming down the river
Blow, my bully boys, blow.
And who d'ye think is Captain of her?
Blow, bullies, blow;
O who d'ye think is Captain of her?
Blow, my bully boys, blow.
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·BLOW, BULLIES, BLOW Why, bully Hains is the Captain of her, Blow, bullics, blow; Why, bully Hains is the Captain of her, Blow, mny bully boys,, blow. He'll make you wish you were dead and buricd, "Blow, bullies, blow; IIc'll make you wish you were dead and buried, Blow, my bully boys, blow, You'll brighten brass, and you'll scrape thc cable, Blow, bullics, blow; You'll brighten brass, and you'll scrape thc cablc, Blow, my bully boys, blo:v. And who d'yc think is mate aboard her? Blow, bullies, blow; O who d'yc think is mate aboard her? Blow, my bully boys, blow. Santander Jamcs is the mate aboard her, Blow, bullies, blow; Santander James is the matc aboard har, Blow, my bully boys, blow. He'll side you down like you ride the spanker,' Blow, bullics, blow; He'll ride you down like you ride the spanker, Blow, my bully boys, blows. "Tht after sail of a ship which flap la thc brocze. 67 ·ELDORADO And who d'ye think is the second mate of her? Blow, bullies, blow; O who d'ye think is the second mate of her? Blow, ny bully boys, blow. Some ugly case who hates poor sailors, Blow, bullies, blow; Some ugly case who hates poor sailors, Blow, my bully boys, blow. ANONYMOUS ELDORADO Gaily bedight, A gallant Knight, In sunshine and in shadow Had journeyed long, Singing a song, In search of Eldorado. But he grew old This Knight so bold,- And o'cr his heart a shadow Fell as he found No spot of ground That looked like Eldorado. And, as his strength Failed him at length, 68 ·** TONY THIC TURTLE He met a pilgrim shadow- Shadoiv," said he, " Where can it be This land of Eldorado?” Over the Mountains Of the Aloon, Down the Valley of the Shadow Ride, boldly ride," The shade replicd,- If you scck for Eldorado!" EDGAR ALLAN POE 66 TONY THE TURTLE Tony was a Turtlc, Very much at case, Swimming in the sunshine Through the summer seas, And fccding on the fishes Irrespective of their wishes, With a" By your Icave" and " Thank you And a gentlemanly squecze. Tony was a Turda Who loved a civil phrase; Anxious and obliging. Sensitive to praise. 69

·BOADICEA
And to hint that he was snappy
Made him thoroughly unhappy;
For Tony was a Turtle
With most engaging ways.
Tony was a Turtle
Who chought, before he fed,
Of other people's comfort,
And as he ate them said:
“If I seen a
little
grumpy,
It is not that you are lumpy."
For Tony was a Turtle
Delicately bred.
E. V. RIEU
BOADICEA
When the British warrior Queen,
Blecding from the Roman rods,
Sought, with an indignant mien,
Counsel of her country's gods,
Sage beneath a spreading oak
Sac the Druid, hoary chief;
Every burning word he spoke
Full of rage and full of grief.
"Princess! if our aged eyes
Weep upon tly matchless wrongs,
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·BOADICEA
Tis because resentment tics
All the terrors of our tongues.
"Rome shall perishi Wriic that word
In the blood that she has spilt;
Perish, hopeless and abhorrd,
Decp in ruin as in guilt.
“Rome, for empire far renown'd,
Tramples on a thousand states;
Soon her pride shall kiss the ground,
Hark! the Gaul is at her gares!
"Other Romans shall arise,
Hccdless of a soldier's name;
Sounds, not arms, shall win the prize,
Harmony the path to fame.
“Then thc progeny that springs
From the forests of our land,
Armed with thunder, clad with wings,
Shall a sider world command.
"Regions Cæsar never knew
Thy posterity
shall
sway;
Where his eagles never flew,
None invincible as they."
Such the bard's prophetic words,
Pregnant with celestial fire,
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·;
20ADICEA
And to hint that he was saappy
Slade himn ihoroughly unhappy;
Fo: Tony was a Turtle
With inost engaging ways.
Tony was a Turtle
Who thought, before he fed,
Of other people's comfort,
And as he ate them said:
"If I seem a little grumpy,
It is not that you are lumpy."
For Tony was a Turtle
Delicately bred.
3. V. RIEL
BOADICEA
Whea the British warrior Queen,
Bleeding from the Roman rods,
Sought, with an indignant mien,
Counsel of her country's gods,
Sage beneath a spreading oak
Sat the Druid, hoar: chier;
Eicr: burning word be spok:
Full of 234 and full of grief
• Princess! ii ouraged to us
1p upon the matchless wrongs,
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·BOADICEA
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"Tis because resentment ties
All the terrors of our tongucs.
'Rome shall perish! Write that word
In the blood that she has spilt;
Perish, hopeless and abhorr'd,
Deep in tuin as in guilt.
"Rome, for empire far renown'd,
Tramples on a thousand states;
Soon her pride shall hiss the ground,
Hark! thc Gaul is at her gates!
“Other Romans shall arise,
Hecdless of a soldier's name;
Sounds, not arms, shall win the prize,
Harmony the path to fame.
“Then the progeny
that
springs
From the forests of our land,
Armed sith thunder, clad with wings,
Shall a wider world command.
"Regions Cæsar never knew
Thy postenty shall sway;
Where his cagles neser flew,
None invincible as they."
Such the bard's prophetic words,
Pregnant with celestial fire,
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·BOADICEA
Bending as he swept the chords
Of his sweet but awful lyre.
She, with all a monarch's pride,
felt thern in her bosom glow,
Rusli'd to battle, fought and dicd;
Dying, hurl'd them at thc foc:
" Ruſſians, pitiless as proud,
I-leaven awards the vengeance due;
Einpire is on us bestowed,
Shame and ruin wait for you!
WILLIAM COTYPEF
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·THE CATARACT OF LODORE!
1
“How docs the water
Come down at Lodorc?
My little boy ask'd me
Thus, once on a time;
And morcover he task'd me
To tell him in rhyme
Anon at the word,
There came first one daughter
And then came another,
To second and third
Thc
request
of their brother,
And to hear how the water
Comes down at Lodore,
With its rush and its roar,
As
They had scen it beforc.
So I told them in rhyme,
For of rhymes I had store:
And 'twas in my location
For their rccrcation
That so I should sing:
"A place in Cumberland by Lale Dermcatwater
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·BOADICEA
Bending as he
swept
the chords
Of his sweet but awful lyre.
She, with all a monarch's pride,
Felt them in her bosom glow,
Rush'd to battle, fought and died;
Dying, hurl'd them at the foe:
“Ruffians, pitiless as proud,
Heaven awards the vengeance due;
Empire is on us bestowed,
Shame and ruin wait for you!"
WILLIAMI COIVPER
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·THE CATARACT OF LODORE
• How docs the water
Come down at Lodore?"
Mly little boy ask'd me
Thus, once on a time;
And morcover he task'd me
To tell him in rhyme
Anon at the word,
*There came first one daughter
And then came another,
To second and third
The request of their brother,
And to hear how the water
Comes down at Lodore,
With its rush and its roar,
As many a simc
They had seen it before.
So I told them in thyme,
For of rhymes I had store:
And 'was in my rocation
For their recrcation
That so I should sing,
A place in Cumberland by Lake Darwolwater.
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·BOADICEA
Bending as he swept the chords
Of his sweet but awful lyre.
She, with all a monarch's pride,
Felt them in her bosom glow,
Rush'd to battle, fought and died;
Dying, hurld them at the foe:
“Ruffians, pitiless as proud,
Heaven awards the vengeance due;
Empire is on us bestowed,
Shame and ruin wait for you!
WILLIANI COLPER
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·THE CATARACT OF LODORE
"How does the water
Come down at Lodore?"
My little boy ask'd me
Thus, once on a time;
And moreover he task'd me
To tell him in rhyme.
Anon at the word,
There came first one daughter
And then came another,
To second and third
The request of their brother,
And to hear how the water
Coincs down ar Lodore,
With its rush and its roar,
As many a time
They had seen it before,
So I told them in rhyme,
For of rhymes I had store:
And 'twas in my vocation
For their recreation
That so I should sing;
"A place la Cumberland by Lale Derworzy.
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·THE CATARACT OF LODORE Because I was Laurcace To them and the King. From its sources which well In the Tarn' on the fell; From its fountains In the mountains, Its rills and its gills; Through moss and through brake, It runs and it creeps For a while, till it sleeps In its own little Lake, And thence at departing Awakening and starting, It runs through the reeds, And away ic proceeds, Through mcadlow and glade, In sun and in shade, And through the wood-shelter, Among crags in its flurry, Helter-skelter, Hurry-scurry Here it comes sparkling, And there it lies darkling; Now smoaking and frothing Its tumult and wrath in, Till in this rapid race On which it is bent, id small lake in the mountains. 74

·TIIS. CITARICT OF LODORE
It reaches the place
of its
steep descent
The cataract strong
Then plunges along,
Striking and raging
As if a war waging
Its cavems and rocks among:
Rising and leaping,
Sinking and creeping,
Swelling and sweeping,
Showering and springing
Flving and flinging,
Writhing and ringing,
Eddying and ulushing,
Spouting and frisking,
Twining and twisting;
Around and around
With endless rebound!
Smiting and fighting
A sight in delight in.
Confounding: astounding,
Dizzying and deafening the car with its
sound.
Collecting, projeung,
Reeding and speeding,
And shocking and #rxking
And darting and parting,

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·TIIE CATARACT OF LODORE nd sounding and bounding and rounding, nd bubbling and troubling and doubling nd grumbling and rumbling and tumbling, nd clattering and bartering and shattering; reating and bearing and meeting and shccting, aying and straying and playing and spraying, vancing and prancing, and glancing and dancing, coiling, turmoiling and toiling and boiling, d gleaming and stcaming and streaming and ใกกกก d curling and whirling and purling and twirling d thumping and plumping and bumping and jumping, ad dashing and flashing and splashing and clashing; d so never ending, but always descending, unds and motions for ever and ever are blending, 7 at once and all o'er, with a mighty uproarad this way the water comes down at Lodore. ROBERT SOUTHEY THE NIGHT The Night was creeping on the ground She crept and did not make a sound, 77

·TIIE VIGIIT
Until she reached the tree: And then
She covered it, and stole again
grass
beside the wall!
I heard the rustle of her shawl
Along the
As she threw blackness everywhere
Upon the sky, the ground, the air,
And in the room where I was hid!
But, no matter what she did
To everything that was without,
She could not put my candle out!
So I stared at the Night! And she
Stared back solemnly at me!
JATIES STEPHENS
THE SHELL
(From "Jaud's
See what a lovely shell,
Small and pure as a pearl,
Lying close to my foot,
Frail, but a work divinc,
Made so fairily well
With delicate spire and whorl,
How exquisitely minute,
A miracle of design!
78

·THE SHELL
What is it? a learned man
Could give a clunisy name.
Lct him namc it who can,
The beauty would be the same.
The tiny cell is forlorn,
Void of the little living will
That made it stir on the shore.
Did he stand at the diamond door
Of his house in a rainbow frill?
Did he push, when he was uncurl'd,
A golden foot or a fairy horn
Thro' his dim water-world?
Slight, to be crush'd with a tap
Of my finger-nail on the sand,
Small, but a work divinc,
Frail, but of force to withstand,
Year upon year, the shock
Of cataract seas that snap
The three-decker's oaken spine
Athwart the ledges of rock,
Here on the Breton strand!
ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON
PAUL REVERE'S RIDE
Listen, my children, and you shall hear
Of the midnight ndc of Paul Revere,
79

·PAUL KAVERK S RIDE
On the cighteenth of April, in Seventy-five;
Hardly a man is now alive
Who remembers that famous day and
year,
He said to his friend, "If the British march
By land or sea from the town tonight,
Slang a lantern aluft in the belfry arch
Of clic North Church tower as it signal light,
One, il by land, and two, il by sca;
And I on the opposite shore will be,
Ready to ride and spread the alarm
'Through every Mildlesex village and farni,
For the country folk to be up and to arm.
Then he said, "Good night!" and with muffled
Silently rowed to the Charlestown shore,
Just is the moon rose over the bay,
Where swinging wide at her moorings lay
The Somerset, British man-of-war;
s phantom ship, with each mast and
spir
Across the moon like a prison bar,
And it huge black hulls, that was magníficd
By its own reflection in the title.
Meanwhile, his friend, through alley and street,
Wanders and watches with cager cars,
'Till in the silence around him he hears
Thic minister of inen ar thic barrack door,
The sound of arms, and the tramp of fact,
80

·PAUL REVERE'S RIDE And the mcasured trcad of the grenadiers, Marching down to their boats on the shorc. Then he climbed the tower of the Old North Church Up the wooden stairs, with stealthy trcad, To the belfry-chamber overhead, and started the pigeons from their perch On the soinbre raftcrs, that round him made Jlasses and moving shapes of shade,- By the trembling ladder, steep and tall, To the highest window in the wall, Where he paused to listen and look down c moment on the roofs of the town, And the moonlight flowing over all. Bencath, in the churchvard, lay the dead, In their night-crcampment on the hill, Wrapped in silence so deep and still That he could hcar, like a sentinel's crcad, Thc watchful night-wind, as it went, Creeping along from tent to tcnt, Ind seeming to whisper, “ All is well!” a moment only he feels the spell of the place and the hour, and the secret dread Of the lonely beifrv and the dead, For suddenly all his thoughts are bent On a shadowy something far awav. Where the river widens to meet the bay, a line of blach that bends and floats On the rising tidc, like a bridge of boats. 81 *18

·PAUL REVERE'S RIDE
Meanwhile, impatient to mount and ride,
Booted and spurred, with a heavy stride
On the opposite shore walked Paul Revere.
Now he patred his horse's side,
Now gazed at the landscape far and near,
Then, impetuous, stamped the earth,
And turned and tightened his saddle-girth;
But mostly he watched with cager search
The belfry-tower of the Old North Church,
As it rose above the graves on the hill,
Lonely and spectral and sombre and still.
And lo! as he looks, on the belfry's height
A glimmer, and then a gleam of light!
He springs to the saddle, the bridle he turns,
But lingers and gazes, till full on his sight
A second lamp in the belfry burns!
A hurry of hoofs in a village street,
A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark,
And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing, a spark
Scruck out by a steed flying fearless and feet;
That was all! And yet, through the gloom and the
light,
The fate of a nation was riding that night;
And the spark struck out by that steed, in his flight,
Kindled the land into flame with its hear.
He has left the village and mounted the steep,
And beneath him, tranquil and broad and deep,
82

·PAUL REVERE'S RIDE
Is the Mystic, mecuing the ocean rides;
And under the alders, that skirt its edge,
Wow soft on the sand, now loud on the ledge,
Is heard the tramp of his siècd as he rides.
1. emplir hy the village clock
&
And ſclt the damp of the river fog.
That riscs after the sun goes down.
It was one by the village clock
When he galloped into Lexington,
Ilc saw the gilded weathercock
Swim in the moonlight as he passed,
And the nicering-house windows, blank and bare,
Caze at him with a spectral glare,
As if they alrcady stood aghast
At the bloody work they would look upon.
It was two by the village clock
Wiren he canic to the bridge in Concord town.
Hlc heard the blcating of the flock,
And the twitter of birds among the trees,
And felt the breath of the moming breeze
Blosing over the mcadows brown.
And one was safe and asleep in his bed
Who at the bridge would be first to fall,
83

·PAUL REVERE'S RIDE Who that day would be lying dead, Pierced by a British musket-ball, You know the rest. In the books you have read, llow the British Regulars fired and fled- How the farmers gave them ball for ball From behind cach fence and farmyard wall Chasing the red-coils down the lanc, Then crossing the fields to emerge again Under the trees at the turn of the road, And only pausing to fire and load, So through the night rode Paul Revere; And so through the night went his cry of alarm To every Middlesex village and farm.-- cry of defiance, and not of fear, A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door, And a word that shall echo evermore! For, borne on the night-wind of the Past, Through all our history, to the last, In the hour of darkness and peril and need, The people will waken and listen to hcar The hurrying hoof-beats of that steed, And the midnight message of Paul Rerere. JEWRY WADSWORTII LONGFELLOW THE DROMEDARY In dreams I see the Dromedary still, As once in a gay park I saw him stand: 84

·TIIE DROMIEDIRY
A thousand yes in vulgar sonder scanne)
His humnps and hairy neck, and gazed their fill
At his lank shanks and mocked with laughter shrill.
He neser mosed: and if his Eastern land
Flashed on his cyc with fisctches of bor sand,
It wrung no mute appeal from his proud sill.
Hc blink.ca upoa the rabbic lazily;
And still some isacc of majesty forlom
And a coarse grace remained. His head was high.
Though his gaunt flanks with a great mange sucre
wom;
There was not any yearning in his eye,
But on his lips and nostril infinite scom.
A. Y, CAMPBELL
LORD LUNDY
Lord Lundy from his carliest years
Was far too (recly moved to Tcars.
For instance, if his Mother said,
* Lundy! It's time to go to Bed!”
Hc bcllowed like a Little Turk.
Or if his father, Lord Dunquerque
Said, "Hi!" in a Commanding Tone,
" Hi, Lundy! Lease the Cat alone!"
Lord Lundy, Icting go its tail,
Would raisc so terrible a wail
als mored
85

·LORD LUYDY His Grandpapa the Duke To utter the severe rebuke: “When I, Sir! was a little Boy, An Animal was not a Toy! His father's Elder Sister, who Was married to a Parvenoo, Confided to Her Husband,“ Drat! The Miserable, Peevish Brat! Why don't they drown the Little Beast? " Suggestions which, to say the least, Are not what we expect to hear From Daughters of an English Peer. His grandmamma, His Mother's Mother, Who had some dignity or other, The Garter, or no matter what, I can't remember all the Lor! Said, “Oh! that I were Brisk and Spry To give him that for which to cry! (An empty wish, alas! for she Was Blind and nearly ninety-three.) The Dear Old Butler thought---but there! I really neither know nor care For what the Dear Old Butler thought! In my opinion, Butlers ought To knojy their place, and not to play The Old Retainer night and day. I'm getting tired and so are you, Let's cut the Poem into two! HILAIRE DELLOC 86

·TIIE TWINS
THE TWINS
In form and fcature, face and limb,
I
grow so like my brother,
That folks got caking me for him,
And cach for onc another.
It puzzled all our kith and Lin,
le reached a fearful picch,
For onc of us was born a quin,
Yet not a soul knew which.
One day, to make the matter Forsc,
Before our names were fixed,
As we were being washed by nursc,
We got completely mixed:
And thus you scc, by Fate's decrec,
Or rather nurse's whim,
My brother John gor christened
me,
And I got christened him.
This fatal likeness cren dogged
My footstcps when at school.
And'I was alisays getung flogged,
For John turned out a fool.
I put this question hopelessly
To crcryone I knew,
"What rould you
do, if you were mc,
To prove that you were you?"
87

·LORD LUNDY His Grandpapa che Duke To utter the severe rebuke: When I, Sir! was a little Boy, An Animal was not a Toy! His father's Elder Sister, who Was married to a Parvenoo, Confided to Her Husband. "Drat! The Miserable, Peevish Brac! Why don't they drown the Little Beast? " Suggestions which, to say the least, Are not what we expect to hear From Daughters of an English Peer. His grandmamma, His Mother's Mother, Who had some dignity or other, The Garter, or no matter what, I can't remember all the Lot! Said, “Oh! that I were Brisk and Spry To give him that for which to cry! (An empty wish, alas! for she Was Blind and nearly ninety-three.) The Dear Old Butler thought--but there! I really neither know nor care For what the Dear Old Butler thought! In my opinion, Butlers ought To know their place, and not to play The Old Retainer night and day. I'm getting tired and so are you, Let's cut the Poem into two! HILAIRE BELLOC 86 ·TIIE THYINS THE TWINS I grew sa like In form and feature, face and link my brother, That folks got taking me for him, And each for one another. It puzzled all our kith and kin, It reached a fearful pitch, For one of us was born a twin, Yet not a soul knew which. - One day, to make the matter or Before our names were fixed As we were being washed by We got completely mixed And thus you see, 6ş Fate's ce Or rather nurse's whim. Aly brother John got chriz And I got christened This fatal likeness even cada My footsteps then si And'I was always grow For John turned out I put this question to en To everyone IL "What would you To prore that 22 3. Ta ..

·JOCK OF HAZELDEAN Our close resemblance turned the side Of my domestic life; For somehow my intended bride Became my brother's wife. In short, year after ycar, the same Absurd mistakes went on; And when I died, the neighbours came And buried brother John! H. S, LEIGH JOCK OF HAZELDEAN "Why weep ye by the tide, ladie? Why weep ye by the ride? I'll wed ye to my youngest son, And ye sall be his bride: And ye sall be his bride, ladie, Sae comely to be seen But ay she loot the tears down fa' For Jock of Hazeldean. "Now let this wilfu' grief be done, And dry that cheek so pale; Young Frank is chief of Errington, And lord of Langley-dale; His step is first in peaceful ha', His sword in battle keen" But ay she loot the tears down fa' For Jock of Hazeldean. 88 ·OLD CROW C A chain of gold ye sall not lack, Nor braid to bind your hair, Nor mettied hound, nor managed hawk, Nor palfrey fresh and fair; And you, the foremost o' them a', Shall ride our forest queen But ау. she loot the tears down fa' For Jock of Hazeldean. The kírk was deck'd at moring-tide, The tapers glimmer'd fair; The priest and bridegroom wait the bride, And dame and knight are there. They sought her baith by bower and ha'; The ladie was not seen! She's o'er the Border, and awa' Wi' Jock of Hazeldean. SIR WALTER SCOTT OLD CROW The bird in the corn Is a marvellous crow, He was laid and was born In the season of snow; And he chants his old catches Like a ghost under hatches. 89

·OLD CROW
He comes from the shades
Of his wood very carly,
And works in the blades
Of the whcar and the barley,
And he's happy, although
He's a grumbleton crow.
The larks have devices
For sunny delight,
And the sheep in their fleeces
Are woolly and white;
But these things are the scorn
Of the bird in the corn.
And morning goes by
And still he is there,
Till a rose in the sky
Calls him back to his lair
In the boughs, where the gloom
Is a
part
of his plume.
-
But the boy in the lane
With his gun, by and by,
To the heart of the grain
Will narrowly spy;
And the cwilight will come,
And no crow will fly home.
JOHY DRINKWATER
go

·THE CROW
THE CROW
With rakish eye and plenished crop,
Oblivious of the farmer's gun,
Upon the naked ash-tree top
The Crow sits basking in the sun.
An old ungodly rogue, I wot!
For, perched in black against the blue,
His feathers, torn with beak and shot,
Let woeful glints of April through.
The year's new grass, and, golden-eyed,
The daisies sparkle underneath,
And chestnut-trees on either side
Have opened every ruddy sheath.
But doubtful still of frost and snow,
The ash alone stands stark and bare,
And on its topmost twig the Crow
Takes the glad morning's sun and air.
WILLIAM CANTON
HIAWATHA AND MUDJEKEEWIS
Out of childhood into manhood
Now had grown my Hiawatha,
Skilled in all the craft of hunters,
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·IIIAWATIA ASD MUDJEKEEWIS Learned in all the lore of old men, In all youthſul sports and pastimes, In all manly arts and labours. Swift of foot was Hiawath:2; He could shoot an arrow from him, And run forward with such fleetness, That the arrow fell behind him! Strong of arin was Hiawatha; He could shoot ten arrows upward, Shoot them with such strength and swiftness, That the tenth had left the bow-string Ere the first to carth had fallen! He had mittens, Minjckahwun, Magic mittons made of dcer-skin; When upon his hands he wore them, H-Le could sinite the rocks asunder, He could grind them into powder. l'le had moccasins' enchanted, Magic moccasins of deer-skin; When he bound them round his ankles, When upon his feet he tied them, At wach stride a mile he measured! Much he questioned old Nokornis Of his father Mudjekcewis; Learned from her the fatal secret Of the beauty of his mother, Of the falschood of his father; And his heart was hot within him, 1 Shocs made of oft Içather. 92 ·HLATVATHA AND MCDJEKEEWIS Like a living coal his heart was. Then he said to old Nokomis, "I will go to Vludjekeessis, See how fares it with my father, At the doorvays of the West-Wind, At the portals of the Sunset! From his lodge went Hiawatha, Dressed for trarel, armed for hunting; Dressed in deer-skin shirt and leggings, Richly wrought sith quills and wampum;" On his head his eagle-teachers, Round his waist his belt of wampum, In his hand his bow of ash-wood, Strung with sinews of the reindeer; In his quirer oaken arrows, Tipped with jasper, winged with feathers; With his mittens, Mlinjekahwun, With his moccasins enchanted. Warning said the old Nokomis "Go not forth, O Hiawatha! To the kingdom of the West-Wind, To the realms of Vludjekeewis, Lest he harm you with his magic, Lest he kill you with his cunning!! But the fearless Hiawatha Heeded not her woman's warning; Forth he strode into the forest, As each stride a mile he measured; Sbcijs or beads. 93 ·HAVATHA AND MUDJEKEEWIS Lurid seemed the sky above him, Lurid seened the earth beneath him, Hot and close the air around him, Filled with smoke and fery vapours, As of burning woods and prairies, For his heart was hor within him, Like a living coal his heart was. So he journeyed westward, westward, Left the fleetest deer behind him. Left the antelope and bison;" Crossed the rushing Esconaba, Crossed the mighty Mississippi, Passed the Mountains of the Prairie, Passed the land of Crows and Foxes, Passed the dwellings of the Blackfeet, Camc unto the Rocky Mountains, To the kingdom of the West-Wind, Where upon the gusty summits Sat the ancient Mudjekeewis, Ruler of the winds of heaven. Filled with awe was Hiawacha At the aspect of his father. On the air about him wildly Tossed and streamed his cloudy tresses, Gleamed like drifting snow his tresses, Glared like Ishkoodah, the comer, Like the star with ficry tresses. Filled with joy was Mudjekcewis American buffalo. 24 ·INAWATHA AND MUDJEXEEW When he looked on Hiawatha, Saw his youth rise UP before him In the face of Hiawatha, Saw the beauty of Venonah From the grave rise up before him. " Welcome!” said he, “Hianatha, To the kingdom of the West-Windi Long have I been waiting for you! Youth is lovely, age is lonely, Youth is fiery, age is frosty; You bring back the days departed, You hri passion, cher, ---, 131chea, waited, answered; Juch the mighty Mudjekeewis Boasted of his ancient prowess, Of his perilous adventures, His indomitable courage, His invulnerable body. Patiently sat Hiawatha, Listening to his father's boasting; With a smile he sat and listened, Uttered neither threat nor menace, Neither word nor look betrayed him, But his heart was hot within him, Like a living coal his heart was. Then he said, “O Mudjekeevis, Is there nothing that can harm you? 95 ·HIAWATHA AND MUDJEKEEWIS Nothing that you are afraid of?” And the mighty Mudjekeewis, Grand and gracious in his boasting, Answered, saying, “ There is nothing, Nothing but the black rock yonder, Nothing but the fatal Wawbeek!.” And he looked at Hiawatha With a wise look and benignant, With a countenance paternal, Looked with pride upon the beauty Of his tall and graceful figure, Saying, “O my Hiawatha! Is there anything can harm you? Anything you are afraid of?"" But the wary Hiawatha Paused awhile, as if uncertain, Held his peace, as if resolving, And then answered, “ There is nothing, Nothing but the bulrush yonder, Nothing but the great Apukwa! And as Mudjekeewis, rising, Stretched his hand to pluck the bulrush, Hiawatha cried in terror, Cried in well-dissembled terror, Kago! kago! do not touch it! ” Ah, kaween!” said Mudjekeewis, "No indeed, I will not touch it! Then they talked of other matters; First of Hiawatha's brothers, 96 ·ILAWATILA AND MUDJEKCEIVIS First of Wabun, of the East-Wind, Of the South-Wind, Shawondasce, Of the North, Kabibonokka; Then of Hiawatha's mother, Of the beautiful Wenonah, Of her birth upon the meadow, Of her death, as Old Nokomis Had remembered and related. And he cried, “O Mudjekcewis, It was you who killed Wenonah, Took her young life and her beauty, Broke the Lily of the Prairie, Trampled it beneath your footsteps; You confess it' you confess it! And the mighty Mudjekcenis Tossed upon the wind his tresses, Boned his hoary head in anguish, With a silcnt nod assented Then up started Hiawatha, And with threatening look and gesture Laid his hand upon the black rock, On the fatal Wawbeck laid it, With his mittens, Alinjckahwun, Rent the jutting crag asunder, Smote and crushed it into fragments, Hurled them madly at his father, The remorseful Mſudjekcewis, For his heart was hot within him, Like a living coal his heart was. 97 ·HIAWATHA AND MUDJEKEEWIS But the ruler of the West-Wind Blew the fragments backward from him With the breathing of his nostrils, With the tempest of his anger, Blew them back at his assailant; Seized the bulrush, the Apukwa, Dragged it with its roots and fibres From the margin of the meadow; From its ooze, the giant bulrush; Long and loud laughed Hiawatha! Then began the deadly conflict, Hand to hand among the mountains; From his eyrie screamed the eagle. The Keneu, the great war-eagle, Sat upon the crags around them, Wheeling flapped his wings above them. Like a tall tree in the tempest Bent and lashed the giant bulrush; And in masses huge and heavy Crashing fell the fatal Wawbeek; Till the earth shook with the tumult And confusion of the battle, And the air was full of shoutings, And the thunder of the mountains, Starting, answered, “ Baim-wawa! Back retreated Mudjekeewis, Rushing westward o'er the mountains, Stumbling westward down the mountains, Three whole days retreated fighting, 98 t ·JUAWATHA AND JUDJEKEEWIS Still pursued by Hiawatha To the doorways of the West-Wind, To the portals of the Sunset, To the carth's remotest border, Where into the cmpty spaces Sinks the sun, as a flamingo Drops into her nest at nightfall In the mclancholy marshes. " Hold!” at length cried Aludjekeenis, "Hold, my son, my Hiawatha! "Tis impossible to kill me, For you cannot kill the immortal. I have put you to this trial, But to know and prove your courage; Now receive the prize of valour! “Go back to your home and people, Live among them, toil among them, Cleanse the earth from all that harms it, Clear the fishing-grounds and rivers, Slay all monsters and magicians, All the Wendigoes, the giants, All the serpents, the Kenabecks, As I slew the Mishe-Mokwa, Siew the Great Bear of the mountains. “And at last when Death draws near you, When the awful eyes of Pauguk Glare upon you in the darkness, I will share my kingdom with you, Ruicr shall you be thenceforward 99 ·3 HIAWATHA AND MUDJEKEEWIS Of the Northwest-Wind, Keewaydin, Of the home-wind, the Keewaydin." Thus was fought that famous battle In the dreadful days of Shah-shah, In the days long since departed, In the kingdom of the West-Wind, Still the hunter sees its traces Scattered far o'er hill and valley; Sees the giant bulrush growing By thc ponds and water-courses, Sees the masses of the Wawbeek Lying still in every valley, Homeward now went Hiawatha; Pleasant was the landscape round him, Pleasant was the air above him, For the bitterness of anger Had departed wholly from him, From his brain the thought of vengeance, From his heart the burning fever. Only once his pace he slackened, Only once he paused or halted, Paused to purchase heads of arrows Of the ancient Arrow-maker, In the land of the Dacotahs, Where the Falls of Minnchaha Flash and gleam among the oak-trees, Laugh and leap into the valley. There the ancient Arrow-maker Macle his arrow-heads of sandstone, t Ioo ·MIAWATIA AND MUDJEKEEWIS Arrow-heads of chalccdony,' Arrow-heads of flint and jasper, Smoothed and sharpened at the edges, Hard and polished, keen and costly. With him dwelt his dark-eyed daughter, Wayward as the Minnehaha, With her moods of shade and sunshine, Eyes that smiled and frowned alternate, Feet as rapid as the river, Tresscs flowing as the water, And as musical a laughter: And he named her from the river, From the waterfall he named her, Minnehaha, Laughing Water. Was it then for heads of arrows, Arrow-heads of chalcedony, Arrow-heads of flint and jasper, That my Hiawatha halted, In the land of the Dacotahs? Was it not to see the maiden, See the face of Laughing Water Pceping from behind the curtain, Hear the rustling of her garments From behind thc waving curtain, As one sees the Minnehaha Gleaming, glancing through the branches, As one hears the Laughing Water "A white or bluish-shule stone. A precious stone. 101 ·SIR HUGH OF LINCOLN From behind its screen of branches? Who shall say what thoughts and visions Fill the fiery brains of young men? Who shall say what dreams of beauty Filled the heart of Hiawatha? All he told to old Nokomis, When he reached the lodge at sunset, Was the meeting with his father, Was his fight with Mudjekeewis; Not a word he said of arrows, Not a word of Laughing Water. H.' W. LONGFELLOW SIR HUGH OF LINCOLN Four and twenty bonny boys Were playing at the ba', And wi' them was the sweet Sir Hugh, And he played o'er them a'. He kicked the ba' then wi' his foot, And catchd it wi' his knee, And throuch-and-thro the Jew's window He gart' the bonnie ba' flee. Then out and cam' the Jew's daughter- “ Will ye come in and dine? “I winna come in, and I canna come in, Without my play-feres nine." I Made. 102

·10
sir siugu OF LINCOLN
"Throw down the ba', ye Jeuw's daughter,
Throw down the ba' to me!
"Never a bit," says the Jew's daughter,
"Till up to me come ye."
"How will I come up? How can I come up?
How can I come to thee?
For as ye did to my auld father,
The same ye'll do to me."
She's gane till her father's garden,
An pu'd an apple red and green;
'Twas a' to wyle him--sweef Sir Hugh,
And to entice him in
She's lcd him in through ae dark door,
And sae has she thro nine;
She's laid him on a dressing-table,
And stickit him like a sivine.
And first came out the thick, thick blood,
And syne came out the thin,
And syne came out the bonny heart's blood;
There was nae mair within.
She's rond him in a cake o' lead,
Bade him lie still and sleep;
She's thrown him in Our Lady's drawtell,
Was fifty fathom deep.
103

·--
SIR HUGH Or
When bells were rung, and mass was sung,
And a' the bairns came hame,
When every lady gat hame her son,
The Lady Maisry gat nane.
She's ta'en her mantle her about,
Her coffer by the hand,
And she's gane out to seek her son,
And wander'd o'er the land.
She's doen her to the Jew's castell,
Where a' were fast asleep:
Gin ye be there, my sweet Sir Hugh,
I pray you to me speak.”
She's doen her to the Jew's garden,
Thought he had been gathering fruit:
“Gin ye be there, my sweet Sir Hugh,
I pray you to me speak! ”
She near'd Our Lady's deep draw-well,
Was fifty fathom deep:
“Whare'er ye be, my siveet Sir Hugh,
I pray you to me speak.”
“Gae hame, gae hame, my mither dear,
Prepare my winding sheet,
And at the birks o' merry Lincoln
The morn I will you meet."
1 Box for keeping treasure.
2 Birch-trees.
104

·MIE OLD SOLDIER
Now Lady Maisry is gane hame,
Mfade him a winding shect,
And at the birks o' merry Lincoln
The dead
corpsc did her meer.
And a' the bells o' merry Lincoln
Without men's hands were ring,
And a' the books o' merry Lincoln
Were road without man's tongue.
When bells were rung, and mass was sung
And a' men bound for bed,
Every mither had her son,
But sweet Sir Hugh was dead.
ANONYMOU
THE OLD SOLDIER
There came an old Soldier to my door,
Asked a crust, and asked no more;
The wars had thinned him
very
bare,
Fighting and marching everywhere,
With a Fol rol dol rol di do.
With nose stuck out, and cheek sunk in,
A bristling beard upon
his chin
Powder and bullets and wounds and drums
Had come to that Soldier as suchlike comes
With a Fol rol dol rol di do.
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·HERVÉ RIEL 'Twas sweet and fresh with buds of May, Flowers springing from every spray; And when he had supped the Old Soldier trolled The song of youth that never grows old Called Fol rol dol rol di do. Most of him rags, and all of him lean, And the belt round his belly drawn tightsome in, He lifted his peaked old grizzled head, And these were the very same words he said.im A Fol-rol-dol-rol-di-do. WALTER DE LA MARE HERVE RIEL RIEL On the sea and at the Hogue, sixteen hundred and ninety-two, Did the English fight the French-woe to France! And, the thirty-first of May, helter-skelter through the blue, Like a crowd of frightened porpoises a shoal of sharks pursue, Came crowding ship on ship to Saint-Malo on the Rance, With the English fleet in view. 'Twas the squadron that escaped, with the victor in full chase; First and foremost of the drove, in his great ship, Damfreville; 106 ·HIERVÉ RIEL Close on him fled, great and small, Tsenty-two good ships in all; And they signalled to the place " Help the winners of a racel Get us guidance, give us harbour, take us quick or, quicker still, Here's the English can and will! Then the pilots of the place put out brisk and Icapt on board; "Why, what hope or chance have ships like these to pass?" laughed they: * Rocks to starboard, rocks to port, all the passage scarred and scored- Shall the Formidable here, with her twelve and eighty guns, Think to make the river-mouth by the single narrow way, Trust to enter--where 'tis ticklish for a craft of twenty tons, And with flow at full beside? Now, 'tis slackest ebb of tide Reach the mooring? Rather say, · While rock stands or water runs, Not a ship will leave the bay!' Then was called a council straight. Brief and bitter the debate "Here's the English at our heels; would you have them take in towy 107 1) ·HERVÉ RIEL All that's left us of the fleet, linked together stern and bow, For a prize to Plymouth Sound? Better run the ships aground! (Ended Damfreville his speech). “ Not a minute more to wait! Let the Captains all and each Shove ashore, then blow up, burn the vessels on the beach! France must undergo her fate. “Give the word!" But no such word Was ever spoke or heard; For up stood, for our stepped, for in struck amid all these A Captain? A Lieutenant? A Matem-first, second, third? No such man of mark, and meet With his betters to compete! But a simple Breton sailor pressed by Tourville for the ficet, A poor coasting-pilot he, Hervé Riel 'the Croisickese. And, "What mockery or malice have we here?" cries Hervé Riel: “Are you mad, you Malouins? Are you cowards, fools, or rogues? Talk to me of rocks and shoals, me who took the soundings, tell 108 ·HERVÉ RIEL On my fingers every bank, every shallow, csery suell Twix; the offing here and Grève where the river disembogues?! Are you bought by English gold? Is it love the lying's for? Morn and cve, night and day, Have I piloted your bay, Entered free and anchored fast at the foot of Solidor. Burn the ficer and ruin France? That were worse than fifty Hogues ! Sirs, they know I speak the truth! Sirs, believe me there's a way! "Only let me lead the line, Have the biggest ship to steer, Get this Formidable clear, Make the others follow mine, And I icad them, most and least, by a passage I know well, Right to Solidor past Grève, And there lay them safe and sound; And if one ship misbehave - Kecl so much as grate the ground- Why, I've nothing but my life, -here's my head! cries Hervé Rici, Not a minute more to wait. Steer us in, then, small and greati 1) Falls into the sea. 109 ·HERVÉ RIEL Take the helm, lead the line, save the squadron!" cried its chief, Captains, give the sailor place! He is Admiral, in brief. Still the north wind, by God's grace! See the noble fellow's face, As'the big ship, with a bound, Clears the entry like a hound, Keeps the passage, as its inch of way were the wide sea's profound! See, safe thro' shoal and rock, How they follow in a flock, Not a ship that misbehaves, not a keel that grates the ground, that comes to grief! The peril, see, is past, All are harboured to the last, And just as Hervé Riel hollas “ Anchor!”-sure as fate, Up the English comemtoo late! Not a spar So, the storm subsides to calm: They see the green trees wave On the heights o’erlooking Grève. Hearts that bled are staunch'd with balm, “ Just our rapture to enhance, Let the English rake the bay, Gnash their teeth and glare askance As they cannonade away! LIO ·97 HERVÉ RIEL 'Ncath rampired Solidor pleasant riding on the Rance!" Now hope succeeds despair on cach Captain's countenance! Out burst all with one accord, "This is Paradise for Hell! Lct France, let France's King Thank the man that did the thing!” \Vhat a shout, and all one word, "Hervé Riel!" As he stepped in front once more, Not a symptom of surprise In the frank blue Breton eyes, Just the same man is before. Then said Damfreville, “My friend, I must speak out at the end, Though I find the speaking hard. Praise is decper than the lips You have saved the King his ships, You must name your own reward. 'Faith our sun was near eclipse ! Demand hatc'er you will, France remains your debtor still Ask to heart's content and havc or my name's not Damfreville" Then a beam of fun outbroke On the bearded mouth thar spoke, I11 ·HERVÉ RIEL As the honest heart laughed through Those frank eyes of Breton blue: “Since I needs must say my say, Since on board the duty's done, And from Malo Roads to Croisic Point, what is it but a run? Since 'tis ask and have, I may- Since the others go ashore- Come! A good whole holiday! Leave to go and see my wife, whom I call th Belle Aurore!" That he asked, and that he got-nothing more. Name and deed alike are lost: Not a pillar nor a post In his Croisic keeps alive the feat as it befell; Not a head in white and black On a single fishing smack, In memory of the man but for whom had gon wrack All that France saved from the fight wh England bore the bell. Go to Paris, rank on rank Search the heroes Aung pell-mell On the Louvre, face and flank! You shall look long enough ere you come to Riel. So, for better and for worse, Hervé Riel, accept my verse! 112 ---

·THE DONG WITI A LUMINOUS XOSE
In my verse, Hené Riel, do thou once more
Save the squadron, honour France, love thy wife, the
Belle Aurore.
ROBERT BROWXXC
THE DONG WITH A LUMINOUS NOSE
Vhen an ful darkness and silence reign
Dver the great Gromboolian plain,
Through the long, long, wintry nights;
When the angry breakers roar,
As they beat on the rocky shore;-
When Storm-clouds brood on the towering heights
Of the Hills of the Chankly Bore.
Then, through the vast and gloomy dark,
There moves shat seems a fiery spark,
A lonely spark with silvery, rays
Piercing the coal-black night.-
a meteor strange and bright:-
Hither and thither the vision strays,
A single lurid light.
Slowly, it wanders.---pauses,-creeps..
Anon it sparkles flashes and leapsi
. .. "ан ашал шалқlut hоur
From Hall or Terrace, or lofry Tower,
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·THE DONG WITH ALUMINOUS NOSE 1 Cry, as the wild light passes along.--- “The Dong!--the Dong! The wandering Dong through the forest goes! The Dong!--the Dong! "The Dong with a luminous Nose! ” Long years ago The Dong was happy and gay, Till he fell in love with a Jumbly Girl Who came to those shores one day. For the Jumblies came in a Sieve, they did, Landing at eve near the Zemmery Fidd Where the Oblong Oysters grow, And the rocks are smooth and gray. And all the woods and the valleys rang With the Chorus they daily and nightly sang, "Far and few, far and few, Are the lands where the Junıblies live; Their heads are green and their hands are blue, And they went to sea in a sieve." Happily, happily passed those days! While the cheerful Jumblies staid; They danced in circlets all night long, To the plaintive pipe of the lively Dong, In the moonlight, shine or shade. For day and night he was always there By the side of the Jumbly Girlso fair, With her sky-blue hands, and her sea-green hair. Till the morning came of that hateful day 114

·TIIE DOXG WITII A LUNIIXOUS NOSE
LUMIINOUS
When the Jumblies sailed in their sieve away,
And the Dong was left on the cruel shore
"
Singing the Jumbly Chorus still
As he sate all day on the grassy hill,
"Far and few, far and few,
dre the lands where the Jumblies live;
Their heads are greci, and their hands are blue,
And they went to sea in a sieve."
'But when the sun was low in the West,
The Dong arose and said,
"What little scnse I once possessed
Has quite gone out of my head!
And since that day he wanders still
By lake and forest, marsh and hill,
Singing-"O somcu here, in valley or plain
Mlight I find my Jumbly Girl again!
For ever I'll scek by lake and shore
Till I find my Jumbly Girl once more!"
Playing a pipe with silvery squeaks.
Since then his Jumbly Girl he sceks.
And because by night he could not sce,
He gathered the bark of the Tuangum Tree
On the flowery plain that grows,
And he wove him a wondrous Nose,
A Nose as strange as a Nosc could be!
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·THE DONG WITH A LUMINOUS NOSE ? Of vast proportions and painted red, And tied with cords to the back of his head. --In a hollow. rounded space it ended With a luminous lamp within suspended, All fenced about With a bandage stout To prevent the wind from blowing it out;- And with holes all round to send the light, In gleaming rays on the dismal night. And now each night, and all night long, Over those plains still roams the Dong; And above the wail of the Chimp and Snipe You may near the squeak of his plaintive pipe While ever he seeks, but seeks in vain To meet with his Jumbly Girl again; Lonely and wild--all night he goes - The Dong with a luminous Nose! And all who watch at the midnight hour, From Hall or Terrace, or lofty Tower, Cry, as they trace the Meteor bright, Moving along through the dreary night,- "This is the hour when forth he goes, The Dong with a luminous Nose! Yonder-over the plain he goes; He goes! He goes; The Dong with a luminous Nose! >> EDWARD LEAR 116

·THIE WAR SONG OF DINAS VAIR
THE WAR SONG OF DINAS VAWR
The mountain sheep are suceter,
But the vallcy sheep are fatter;
We therefore deemed it mecter
To carry off the latter.
We made an expedition;
We met a host, and quelled it;
Wc forced a strong position,
And killed the men who held it.
On Dyfcd's richest valley,
Where herds of kine were browsing,
We made a mighty sally
To furnish our carousing.
Ficrce warriors rushed to meet us;
We met them, and o'erthrew them:
They struggled hard to beat us;
But wc conquered them, and slew them.
As wc drove our prize at leisure,
The king marched forth to catch us:
His rage surpassed all measure,
But his people could not match us.
He fled to his hall-pillars;
And, erc our force ne led off,
Somc sacked his house and cellars,
While others cut his head off.
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·AUTUMN We there, in strife bewildering, Spilt blood enough to swim in: We orphaned many children, And widowed many women. The eagles and the ravens We glutted with our foemen; The heroes and the cravens, The spearmen and the bowmen. We brought away. from battle, And much their land bemoaned them, Two thousand head of cattle, And the head of him who owned them: Ednyfed, King of Dyfed, His head was borne before us;, His wine and beasts supplied our feasts, And his overthrow, our chorus. - T. L. PEACOC AUTUMN The thistle down's flying, though the winds are still, On the green grass now lying, now mounting the The spring from the fountain now boils like a Through stones past the counting it bubbles red- 118 ·O WHAT IF TIIE FOWLER dead. The ground parched and cracked is like overbaked bread, The greensward all wracked is, bents dried up and The fallow fields glitter like water indeed, And gossamers twitter flung from sced unto wecd. Hill tops like hot iron glitter bright in the sun, And the rivers we're cycing burn to gold as they run; Burning hot is the ground, liquid gold is the air; Whoever looks round sces Eternity there. JOUIN CLARE O WHAT IF THE FOWLER (From " The Alanx Song Booth by permission of Messys Boosey & Co Lid) O what if the fowler my blackbird has taken? The roses of dawn blossom over the sea; Anaken, my blackbird, awaken, awaken, And sing to me out of my red fuchsia tree! O what if the fowler my blackbird has taken? The sun lifts his head from the lap of the sea- Awaken, my blackbird, awaken, awaken, And sing to me out of my red fuchsia tree! 119 ·THE FORSAKEN MERMAN --- O what if the fowler my blackbird has taken? The mountain grows white with the birds of the sea; But down in my garden forsaken, forsaken, all the day by my red fuchsia tree! . I'll weep CHARLES DALMON THE FORSAKEN MERMAN Come, dear children, let us away; Down and away below! Now my brothers call from the bay, Now the great winds shoreward blow, Now the salt tides seaward flow; Now the wild white horses play, Champ and chafe and toss in the spray. Children dear, let us away! This way, this way! Call her once before you go Call once yet! In a voice that she will know: Margaret! Margaret!” Children's voices should be dear (Call once more) to a mother's ear; Children's voices, wild with pain-- Surely she will come again! Call her once and come away; 120

·TIIC FORSAKEN MERSLAN
This way,
this way!
“Mother dcar, we cannot stay!
The wild white horses foam and fret." ;
Margaret! Margaret!
Comc, dear children, come away down;
Call no more!
One last look at the white-walled town,
And the little grey church on the windy shore,
Then come down
She will not come though you call all day;
Come away, come away?
Children dcar, was it yesterday
We hcard the sweet bells over the bay?
In the caverns where we lay,
Through the surf and through the swell,
The far-olf sound of a silver bell?
Sand-strewn caverns, cool and deep,
Where the winds are all asleep;
Where the spent lights quiver and gleam,
Where the salt wced snays in the stream,
Where thc sca-bcasts, ranged all round.
Fecd in the ooze of their pasture-ground;
Where the sca-snakes coil and the
Dry their mail and bask in the brine;
Where great whales come sailing bs,
Sail and sail, with unshut efe,
Round the world for ever and are?
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·THE FORSAKEN MERMAN When did music come this way? Children dear, was it yesterday? Children dear, was it yesterday (Call yet once) that she went away? Once she sate with you and me, On a red gold throne in the heart of the sea, And the youngest sate on her knee. She combed its bright hair, and she tended it well, When down swung the sound of a far-off bell. She sigh’d, she looked up through the clear green sea; She said: "I must go, for my kinsfolk pray In the little grey church on the shore to-day. "Twill be Easter-time in the world-ah me! And I lose my poor soul, Merman! here with thee." I said: “Go up, dear heart, through the waves; Say thy prayer, and come back to the kind seacaves!' She smiled, she went up through the surf in the bay. Children dear, was it yesterday? Children dear, were we long alone? The sea grows stormy, the little ones moan; Long prayers," I said, “in the world they say; Come!” I said; and we rose through the surf in the bay. We went up the beach, by the sandy down Where the sea-stocks bloom, to the white-walled town; Through the narrow paved streets, where all was still, EN 122 ·TJIE FORSAKEV MERSIAN To the little grey church on the windy hill. From the church camc a murmur of folk at their prayers, But ivc stood without in the cold blowing airs. We climb'd on the graves, on the stones worn with rains, And wc gazed up the aisle through the small leaded pancs. She sate by thc pillar; uc saw her clear: Margaret, hist! come quick, we are here! "Dear heart," I said, “we are long alone; The sea grows stormy, the little oncs moan." But, ah, she gavc mc never a look, For her cyes were scal'd to the holy book! Loud prays the priest; shut stands thc door. Come away, children, call no more! Conc away, come down, call no more! Down, down, down! Down to the depths of the seal Shc sits at her wheel in the humming town. Singing most joyfully. Hark what she sings: "O joy, O joy, For the humming street, and the child wich is For the priest, and the bell, and the holy wel: For the wheel where I spun, And the blessed light of the sun!” And so she sings her fill, Singing most joyfully, 133 ·THE FORSAKEN MERMAN Till the spindle drops from her hand, And the whizzing wheel stands still. She steals to the window, and looks at the sand, And over the sand at the sea; And her eyes are set in a stare; And anon there breaks a sigh; And anon there drops a tear, From a sorrow-clouded eye, And a heart sorrow-laden, A long, long sigh; For the cold strange eyes of a little Mermaiden And the gleam of her golden hair. 1 Come away, away children; Come, children, come down! The hoarse wind blows coldly; Lights shine in the town. She will start from her slumber When gusts shake the door; She will hear the winds howling, Will hear the waves roar, We shall see, while above us The waves roar and whirl, A ceiling of amber, A pavement of pearl. Singing: “Here came a mortal, But faithless was she! And alone dwell for ever The kings of the sea." 124 ·TIIE FORSAKEN VERVAN But, children, at midnight, When soft the winds blow, When clear falls the moonlight, When spring-tides are low; Whion sweet airs come scaward From heaths starr'd with broom, And high rocks throw mildly On the blanch'd sands a gloom; Up the still, glistening beaches, Up the crocks we will hic, Over banks of bright seaweed Thc cbb-tide leaves dry. We will gaze, from the sand-hills, At the white, sleeping town; At the church on the hill-side- And then come back down. Singing: “There duells a loved one, But cruel is she! She left lonely for cier The kings of the sea." MATTHEW ARNOLD A DRAGON (From The Faene Queene") By this the dreadful Beast drew nigh to hand, Half flying and half footing in his haste, 125

·A DRAGON
That with his largeness measured much land
And made wide shadow under his huge waist,
As mountain doth the valley overcast.
Approaching nigh, he reared high afore
His body monstrous, horrible, and vast;
Which to increase his wondrous greatness more,
Was swollen with wrath, and poison, and with
bloody gore;
And over all with brazen scales was armed,
Like plated coat of steel, so crouched' near
That nought mighę pierce, nor might his corse be
harmed
With dint of sword nor push of pointed spear;
Which, as an eagle, seeing prey appear,
His aery plumes doth rouse, full rudely dight;'
So shaked he, that horror was to hear:
For as the clashing of an armour bright,
Such noise his roused scales did send unto the
Knight
His faggy wings, when forth he did display,
Were like two sails, in which the hollow wind
Is gathered full, and worketh speedy way;
And eke the penness that did his pinions bind,
Were like main-yards with flying canvas lined;
I Laid so close to each other.
Body.
3 Arranged.
Feathers.
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·A DRACON With which whenas him list the air to bcat And there by force unwonted passage find, The clouds before him fled for terror great, And all the heavens stood still amazed with his thrcat His huge long tail, wound up in hundred folds, Does overspread his long brass-scaly back, Whose wreathed boughts whenever he unfolds And thick entangled knots adown does slack, Besported as with shields of red and black, It succpcth all the land behind him far, And And Both ecdeth far. His blazing.cyes, like tno bright shining shields, Did burn with wrath, and sparkled living fire: As two broad beacons, set in open fields, Send forth their fames far off to every shire, And warning gic, that enemics conspire With fire and sword the region to invade; So flamcd his eyes with rage and rancorous ire: But far within, as in a hollow glade, Those glaring lamps were set, that made a dreadful shade. 1 Wished. * Folds. 127 ·-- THE BLIND NIEN AND THE ELEPHANT So dreadfully he towards him did pace, Fore-lifting up aloft his speckled breast, And often bounding on the bruised grass, As for great joyance of his newcome guest. EDMUND SPENSER THE BLIND MEN AND THE ELEPHANT A Hindoo Fable It was six men of Hindostan, To learning much inclined, Who went to see the Elephant (Though all of them were blind); That each by observation Might satisfy his mind. The first approached the Elephant, And happening to fall Against his broad and sturdy side, At once began to bawl: “Bless me, it seems the Elephant Is very like a wall!” The second, feeling of the tusk, Cried, “Ho! what have we here So very round and smooth and sharp? To me 'tis mighty clear 128 ·THIE BLIND MEN AND NIE ELEPIIANT This sonder of an Elephant Is very like a spcar! The third approached the animal, And happening to take The squirming trunk within his hands, Then boldly up and spake: "I scc," quoth he," the Elephant Is very like a snake!" The fourth stretched out his eager hand And felt about the knec, "What most this mighty bcast is like Is mighty plain," quoth hc; “ 'Tis clcar cnough the Elephant Is very like a trce!” The fifth, who chanced to touch the car, Said, "E'en the blindest man Can tell what this resembles most; Deny the fact who can, This marvel of an Elephant Is very like a fan!" The sixth no sooner had begun About the beast to grope, Than, seizing on the swinging tail That fell within his scope, "I see," said he, “the Elephant Is very 129 like a ropel

·We
---
BEGGAR'S SONG
And so these men of Hindostan
Disputed loud and long,
Each in his own opinion
Exceeding stiff and strong,
Though, each was partly in the right,
And all were in the wrong!
JOHN G. SAXE
ܝܐ
BEGGAR'S SONG
Come! come away! the Spring,
By every bird that can but sing
Or chirp a note, doch now invite
Us forth to taste of his delight.
In field, in grove, on hill, in dale;
But above all the nightingale,
Who in her sweetness strives to outdo
The loudness of the hoarse cuckoo.
Cuckoo! cries he; jug, jug, jug! sings she,
From bush to bush, from tree to tree.
Why in one place then tarry we?
Come away!
Why do we stay?
We have no debt or rent to pay;
No bargains or accounts to make;
Nor land, nor lease, to let or take.
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·THE WINDMILL
Or if we had, should that remote us,
When all the world's our own bcforc us?
And where we pass and make resort,
It is our kingdom and our court.
Cuckool crics he; jug, jug, jug! sings she,
From bush to bush, from tree to tree.
Why in one place then tarry wc?
RICILARD BROME
THE WINDMILL
If you should bid mc make a choice
Twixt wind and water mill,
In spite of all the millpond's charms
I'd take those gleaming, siecping arms
High on a windy hill.
The miller stands before his door
And whistles for a brecze;
And, when it comes, his sails go round
With such a mighty rushing sound
You think of heavy seas.
And if the wind declines to blow
The muller takes a nap
(Although he'd better spend an hour
In brushing at the dust and flour
That line his coat and cap.)
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·1 QUAIL'S NEST Now, if a water-mill were his, Such rest he'd never know, For round and round his crashing wheel, His dashing, splashing, plashing wheel, Unceasingly would go. So, if you'd bid me take a choice Twixt wind and water mill, In spite of all a millpond's charns, I'd take those gleaming, sweeping arms High on the windy hill. E. V. LUCAS + *** 3 1 QUAIL'S NEST I wandered out one rainy day And heard a bird with merry joys' Cry" wet my foot” for half the way; I stood and wondered at the noise, When from my foot a bird did fleem The rain flew bouncing from her breast I wondered what the bird could be, And almost trampled on her nest. The nest was full of eggs and round- I met a shepherd in the vales, And stood to tell him what I found, He knew and said it was a quail's, 132 . -- 1 -

·THE PIPES AT LUCKxOTY
For he himself the nest had found,
Among the wheat and on the green,
When going on his daily sound,
With eggs as many as fiftccn.
Among the stranger birds they feed,
Their summer Hight is short and low;
There's i cry few know here they brccd,
And scarcely any where they go.
JOILY CLARE
THE PIPES AT LUCKNOW
Pipes of the misty moorlands,
Voice of the glens and hills;
The droning of the torrents,
Thc treble of the rills!
Nor the bracs' of broom and heather,
Nor the mountains dark with rain,
Nor maiden boues, nor border toner,
Have heard your sweetest strain!
Dear to the Lowland reaper,
And plaided mountaincer,
To the cottage and the castle
The Scottish pipes are dear;-
lill-slopes.
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·THE PIPES AT LUCKNOW
Sweet sounds the ancient pibroch
O'er mountain, loch, and glade;
But the sweetest of all music
The pipes at Lucknow played.
Day by day the Indian tiger
Louder yelled, and nearer crept;
Round and round the jungle-serpent
Near and nearer circles swept.
Pray for rescue, wives and mothers --
Pray to-day!” the soldier said;
“Tomorrow, death's between us
And the wrong and shame we dread."
*-
Oh, they listened, looked, and waited,
Till their hope became despair;
And the sobs of low bewailing
Filled the pauses of their prayer.
Then up spake a Scottish maiden,
With her ear unto the ground:
"Dinna
ye
hear it?-dinna ye hear it?
The pipes of Havelock sound!”
Hushed the wounded man his groaning;
Hushed the wife her little ones;
Alone they heard the drum-roll
And the roar of Sepoy guns.
An Indian soldicr.
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·TIIE PIPES AT LUCKNOW
But to sounds of home and childhood
Thc Highland car was true;
As her mother's cradle-crooning
The mountain pipes she knew.
Like the march of soundless music
Through the vision of the secr,
More of feeling than of hearing,
Of the heart than of the car,
She hnew the droning pibroch,
She knew the Campbell's call:
"Harkl hear ye no' NlacGregor's, –
The grandest o' them all!
Oh, they listened, dumb and breathless,
And they caught the sound at last;
Faint and far beyond the Goomtce
Rose and fell the piper's blast!
Then a burst of wild thanksgiving
Mingled woman's voice and man's;
"God be praised !--the march of Havelock!
The piping of the clans! "
Louder, nearer, ficrce as vengeance,
Sharp and shrill as swords at strife,
Camc the wild MacGregor's clan-call,
Stinging all the air to life.
But when the far-off dust-cloud
To plaided legions grew,
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·TIIE BELLS
Full tenderly and blithesomely
Thc pipes of rescue blew!
Round the silver domes of Lucknow,
Moslem
mosquc and Pagan shrine,
Breached the air to Britons dearest,
The air of Auld Lang Sync.
O'cr the crucl roll of war-drums
Rosc that sweet and hone-like strain:
And the tarcan clove the turban,
As the Goomtee cleaves the plain.
· Dcar to the corn-land reaper
And plaided mountaineer,-
To the cottage and the castle
The piper's song is dear.
Sweet sounds the Gaclic pibroch
O'er mountain, glen and glade;
But the sweetest of all music
The Pipes at Lucknow played!
JOHN GREENLEAF WII
THE BELLS
Hear the sledges with the bells
Silver bells!
Vhat a world of merriment their melody for
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
In the icy air of night!
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·DIE BELLS
While the stars that oversprinkle
All the hearens, seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight;
Keeping time, time, time,
lo a sort of Runic shyne,
To the rintinabulation that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
Hear the mellow wedding bells,
Golden bells!
What a.
And all in tune,
What a liquid dittv floats
To the turtle dore that listens, while she gloats
On the moon!
Oh, from cur the sounding cells,
Whar a gush of cuphony roluminously wells i
Ho: it sirells!
Hot it disclls
On the Future! how it tells
Of the rapture that impels
A kez of the Saturden, watia ia Ruses, a Fecial kisd of
Sr.
Pas said
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·THE BELLS To the swinging and the ringing Of the bells, bells, bells, Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells To the rhyming and chiming of the bells! Hear the loud alarum bells--- Brazen bells! What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells! In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire, In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire. Leaping higher, higher, higher, With a desperate desire, And a resolute endeavour, Now now to sit or never, By the side of the pale-faced moon. Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair! How they clang, and clash, and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! 138 ·THE DELLS Yet the car it fully knows, By the txanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows; Yet the car distinctly tells, In the jangling And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells- Of thc bells Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells- In the clamour and the clangour of the bells! Hear the rolling of the bells Iron bells! What a world of solemn thought their monody! compels! In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright At thc melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people-ah, the people, They that dwell up in the steeple, All alone, 1 Monotonous sound. 139 ·THE BELLS And who tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muſiled monotonc, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone They are neither man nor woman- They are neither brute nor human- They are Ghouls:? And their king it is who tolls; And he rolls, rolls, rolls, Rolls A pæan’ from the bells! And his merry bosom swells With the paan of the bells! And he dances, and he yells; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the paan of the bells Of the bclls: Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the throbbing of the bells Of thc bells, bells, bells To the sobbing of the bells; Keeping time, time, time, As he knells, knells, knells, In a happy Runic rhyme, To the rolling of the bells · Dcnions, * Song of triumph. 140

·A BOY'S SOXC
OF the bells, bclls, bells
To the tolling of the bclls,
Of thc bells, bells, beils, bells
Bells, bells, bells
To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.
EDGAR ALLAN POE
A BOY'S SONG
With liftcd fcct, hands still,
I am poised, and down the hill
Dart, with hccdful mind;
The air goes by in a wind.
cry:
Swifier and yet more swift.
Till the heart, with a mighty lift,
Makes the lungs laugh, the throat
“O bird, sce; see, bird, I fly.
"Is this, is this your joy?
O bird, then I, though a boy,
For a golden moment share
Your fcathery life in air!
Say, heart, is there aught like this
In a world that is full of bliss?
Tis more than skating, bound
Steel-shod to the level ground.
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·TIK NECKAN
Speed slackens, now, I float
Awhile in my airy boat;
Till when the wheels scarce crawl,
My feet to the treaclles fall.
Alas, that the longest hill
Must end in a valc; but still,
Who climbs with coil, wheresoc'cr,
Shall find wings waiting there.
II. C. BECCIIING
THE NECKAN
In summer, on the headlands,
The Baltic Sea along,
Sits Neckan with his harp of gold,
And sings his plaintive song.
Green rolls beneath the headlands,
Green rolls the Baltic Sea:
And there, below the Neckan's fect,
I'lis wife and children be.
He sings not of the ocean,
Its shells and roses pale;
Of carth, of carth the Neckan sings,
He hach no other tale.
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·TIIE SECKAN Ho sits upon the headlands, And sings a mournful stave Of all he saw and felt on earth Far from the kind sea-save. Sings how, a knight, he wanderd By castle, field, and town, But carthly Knights have harder hearts Than the sea-children own... #4 Sings of his eanhly bridal- Priests, Inights, and ladies, gay. " —And who art thou," the priese began, "Sir Knight, who wedd'st today? "-I am so knight,” he answer’d; "From the sea-waves I comc."- The knights dress sisord, the ladies scream'd, The surpliced priest stood dumb. 7 He sings kor she sits Weeping "Vid shel's that round her lie. "False Neckan shares my bed," she seeps; "Xo Chnszaa mate have I." 143 ·THE NECKAN He sings how through the billows He rose to earth again, And sought a priest to sign the cross, That Neckan Heaven might gain. He sings how, on an evening, Beneath the birch-trees cool, He sate and play'd his harp of gold; Beside the river-pool. Beside the pool sate Neckan- Tears fill'd his mild blue eye. On his white mule, across the bridge, A cassock'd priest rode by. “-Why sitt’st thou there, O Neckan, And play'st thy harp of gold? Sooner shall this my staff bear leaves, Than thou shalt Heaven behold.” The cassock'd priest rode onwards, And vanish'd with his mule; And Neckan in the twilight grey Wept by the river-pool. In summer, on the headlands, The Baltic Sea along, Sits Neckan with his harp of gold, And sings this plaintive song. MATTHEW ARN

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