120 125 130 135 140 We shall see, while above us A pavement of pearl. Singing, "Here came a mortal, But, children, at midnight, * * * We will gaze, from the sand-hills, She left lonely for ever The kings of the sea.” Whirl, to go round and round, to toss about in a confused manner. Faithless, false, not true to her promise. Spring-tides, those which rise higher than ordinary tides, after new and full moon. Broom, a wild ever- Hie, to hasten. THE SKY-LARK.-Hogg. JAMES HOGG (1770-1835) was born in Ettrick Forest in Selkirkshire. He was a farmer and a shepherd, and hence called the "Ettrick Shepherd," but he was more successful as a poet. Chief work: The Queen's Wake, containing the beautiful fairy ballad Kilmeny: he also wrote songs and novels. 5 BIRD of the wilderness, Sweet be thy matin* o'er moorland and lea! * Blest is thy dwelling-place Oh to abide* in the desert with thee! Wild is thy lay* and loud, Far in the downy cloud : Blithesome, cheerful, gay. Cumberless, free from Matin, morning song. Satraps, the chief governors and nobles. In Judah, &c., these vessels were set apart for the service of the Temple, and were, therefore, held most Jacred. Bloodless, &c., he be came pale with fear. * THE King was on his throne, In Judah* deemed divine- The godless Heathen's wine. In that same hour and hall, Along the letters ran, And traced them like a wand. The monarch saw, and shook, All bloodless* waxed his look, * Belshazzar was the last of the Babylonian kings. This poem is founded on the Account given of the overthrow of Babylon in the Book of Daniel. * Hohenlinden, or Linden Heights, is a small village in Bavaria. about six_leagues from Munich. It is situated between the Iser and the Inn, tributaries of the Danube. The Austrians and Bavarians were defeated here by the French on the 3d December 1800. Revelry, the bustle torn asun der; here it refers to Frank, the ancient and settled Huns, or, as they are By torch and trumpet fast arrayed, To join the dreadful revelry.* Then shook the hills* with thunder riven ;* Far flashed the red artillery. But redder yet those fires shall glow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. 'Tis morn-but scarce yon level sun Shout 'mid their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens: On, ye brave! And charge with all thy chivalry! * ΤΟ 15 20 25 30 15 You can hear him wield * his heavy sledge,* With measured beat and slow, BARBARA FRITCHIE.-J. G. Whittier. JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER (1808- ) was born at Havershill, Massachusetts, where his ancestors had long been settled. Many of his poems were devoted to the cause of Abolition. He contributes to all the leading American Magazines of the present day. Up from the meadows, rich with corn, * Clustered, crowded together. Frederick, or Fredericksburg, in Virginia, U.S. Green-walled, &c., surrounded, as by a natural wall, by the hills of the Blue Ridge, a branch of the Alleghany Mountains. |