Stream from the church-tower, red and high- And awesome bells they were to mee, 18. They rang, the sailor lads to guide From roofe to roofe who fearlèss rowed; And yet the ruddy beacon glowed; And yet he moaned beneath his breath, 66 "O come in life, or come in death! O lost! my love, Elizabeth." 19. And didst thou visit him no more? Thou didst, thou didst, my daughter deare; The waters laid thee at his dōore, Ere yet the early dawn was clear. 20. That flow strewed wrecks åbout the gråss, A fatal ebbe and flōw, ålås ! To manye mōre than myne and mee: 21. I shall never hear her mōre By the reedy Lindis shōre, I shall never hear her song, 22. I shall never see her mōre Where the reeds and rushes quiver, Shiver, quiver; Stand beside the sobbing river, Quit your eowslips, cowslips yellow; TH HE WIND, one môrning, sprang up from sleep, Now for a madcap galloping chase! I'll make a commotion1 in every place!" 2 2. So it swept with ȧ bustle right through a great town, Shutters, and whisking, with mercilèss squalls, 3 As the apples and oranges tumbled about; 4 And the urchins, that stand with their thievish eyes 1 Com mō'tion, distûrbed or fōrci ble motion; disorder. 2 Bustle (bus'l), great stir. 3 Lus'ti er, healthier; stronger. 4 Urchin (er'chin), å mischievous child. 3. Then ȧway to the fields it went blustering and humming, They all tûrned their backs, and stood silently mute.2 5. It was not too nice to bustle the bags Of the beggar, and flutter his dirty rags. "Twas so bold that it feared not to play its joke With the doctor's wig, and the gentleman's cloak. 6. Through the fŏrèst it rōared, and cried gayly, “Now, You sturdy old oaks, I'll make you bow!" And it made them bow without more ȧdo, Or it cracked their great branches through and through. 7. Then it rushed, like å monster, o'er cottage and farm, Striking their inmates with sudden alarm; And they ran out, like bees, in a midsummer swarm. The turkeys they gobbled, the geese screamed ȧloud, With a schoolboy, who pȧnted and struggled in vain ; 1 Mā' tron ly, elderly; like å mother. 2 Müte, hindered from speaking; silent; å dumb attendant, often employed as an executioner in Turkey. 3 Sturdy (ster'di), stiff; strong. 4 Thǎtch, straw, tûrf, or other covering. 5 William Howitt, an English author, was born in 1795. He was married to Miss Mary Botham in 1823. They have prepared many books, both jointly and separately, in prose and verse. Their writings generally are věry popular, and none more so than their juvenile books. II. 38. THE SEPTEMBER GALE. 'M NOT a chicken; I have seen I'M many & chill September And though I was a youngster then, The day before, my kite-string snapped, The wind whisked off my pälm-leaf hat :-- And then came on the thunder. 3. Oh, how the ponds and rivers boiled, And oaks were scattered on the ground, 4. It chanced to be our washing-day, I saw the shirts and petticoats I lost, ah! bitterly I wept- 1 Brewing (brọʻing), see Rule 4, p. 26. 2 3 Breeches (brich'ez), å kind of short trowşers or pantaloons, wōrn Ti'tans, the fabled giants of the by men and boys, covering the hips ancients. and thighs. 5. I saw them straddling through the âir, I saw them chase the clouds, as if 66 Farewell, farewell," I faintly cried, 6. That night I saw them in my dreams- Where demon claws had tōrn them; 7. I have had many happy years, But those young pantaloons have gone And not till fate has cut the låst Of all my earthly stitches, This aching heart shall cease to mōurn 1 My loved, my long-lost breeches ! HOLMES.1 I III. 39. SPRING CLOTHING? F there's any thing in the world I hate—and you know it— it is, asking you for money. I am sure, for myself, I'd rather go without a thing a thousand times—and I do, the mōre shame you to let me. for 2. What do I want now? As if you didn't know! I'm sure, 1 Oliver Wendell Holmes, an American physician and poet, was born at Cambridge, Mass., Aug. 29, 1809. He is professor in the Medical College of Harvard University. His poems are remarkably popular. As a writer of songs and lyrics, he stands in the first rank. He is also a popular lecturer and prose writer. 2 Curtain Lecture of Mrs. Caudle. This is a fine exercise in Personation (see p. 48). |