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Were imaged by the water's love

Of that fair forest green ;
And all was interfused beneath

With an Elysian glow,
An atmosphere without a breath,

A softer day below.
Like one beloved, the scene had lent

To the dark water's breast
Its every leaf and lineament

With more than truth exprest ;
Until an envious wind crept by,-

Like an unwelcome thought
Which from the mind's too faithful eye

Blots one dear image out.
Though Thou art ever fair and kind,

And forests ever green,
Less oft is peace in Shelley's mind
Than calm in waters seen.

P. B. SHELLEY

Auld Robin Gray

WHEN the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at hame,
And a' the warld to rest are gane,
The waes o' my heart fa’ in showers frae my e'e,
While my gudeman lies sound by me.
Young Jamie lo'ed me weel, and sought me for his bride ;
But saving a croun he had naething else beside :
To make the croun a pund, young Jamie gaed to sea ;
And the croun and the pund were baith for me.
He hadna been awa' a week but only twa,
When my father brak his arm, and the cow was stown awa';
My mother she fell sick, and my Jamie at the sea-
And auld Robin Gray came a-courtin' me.
My father couldna work, and my mother couldna spin ;
I toild day and night, but their bread I couldna win ;
Auld Rob maintain'd them baith, and wi' tears in his e'e
Said, “Jennie, for their sakes, O, marry me!'
My heart it said nay ; I look'd for Jamie back;
But the wind it blew high, and the ship it was a wrack;

His ship it was a wrack-why didna Jamie dee,
Or why do I live to cry, Wae's me?
My father urgit sair : my mother didna speak;
But she look'd in my face till my heart was like to break :
They gi’ed him my hand, but my heart was at the sea :
Sae auld Robin Gray he was gudeman to me.
I hadna been a wife a week but only four,
When mournfu' as I sat on the stane at the door,
I saw my Jamie's wraith, for I couldna think it he-
Till he said, “I'm come hame to marry thee.'

O sair, sair did we greet, and muckle did we say ;
We took but ae kiss, and I bad him gang away :
I wish that I were dead, but I'm no like to dee ;
And why was I born to say, Wae's me!
I

gang like a ghaist, and I carena to spin ;
I daurna think of Jamie, for that wad be a sin ;
But I'll do my best a gude wife aye to be,
For auld Robin Gray he is kind unto me.

LADY A. LINDSAY.

Willie Drowned in Yarrow

Down in yon garden sweet and gay

Where bonny grows the lily,
I heard a fair maid sighing say,

“My wish be wi' sweet Willie !
"Willie's rare, and Willie's fair,

And Willie's wondrous bonny ;
And Willie hecht to marry me

Gin e'er he married ony.
'O gentle wind, that bloweth south,

From where my Love repaireth,
Convey a kiss frae his dear mouth

And tell me how he fareth !
O tell sweet Willie to come dour

And hear the mavis singing,
And see the birds on ilka bush

And leaves around them hinging.

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“The lav'rock there, wi' her white breast

And gentle throat sae narrow :
There's sport eneuch for gentlemen

On Leader-haughs and Yarrow.
‘O Leader-haughs are wide and braid

And Yarrow-haughs are bonny ;
There Willie hecht to marry me

If e'er he married ony.
* But Willie's gone, whom I thought on,

And does not hear me weeping ;
Draws many a tear frae true love's e'e

When other maids are sleeping.
O came ye by yon water-side ?

Pou'd you the rose or lily?
Or came you by yon meadow green,

Or saw you my sweet Willie?'
She sought him up, she sought him down,

She sought him braid and narrow;
Syne, in the cleaving of a craig,
She found him drown'd in Yarrow !

UNKNOWN.

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The Reverie of Poor Susan At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears, Hangs a Thrush that sings loud, it has sung for threc

years : Poor Susan has passed by the spot, and has heard In the silence of morning the song of the Bird. 'Tis a note of enchantment ; what ails her? She sees A mountain ascending, a vision of trees ; Bright volumes of vapour through Lothbury glide, And a river flows on through the vale of Cheapside. Green pastures she views in the midst of the dale, Down which she so often has tripped with her pail; And a single small cottage, a nest like a dove's, The one only dwelling on earth that she loves.

She looks, and her heart is in heaven : but they fade,
The mist and the river, the hill and the shade :
The stream will not flow, and the hill will not rise,
And the colours have all passed away from her eyes !

WORDSWORTH.

The Armada

A FRAGMENT

ATTEND, all ye who list to hear our noble England's praise, I tell of the thrice famous deeds she wrought in ancient

days, When that great fleet invincible against her bore in vain The richest spoils of Mexico, the stoutest hearts of Spain.

It was about the lovely close of a warm summer day, There came a gallant merchant-ship full sail to Plymouth

Bay; Her crew hath seen Castile’s black fleet, beyond Aurigny's

isle, At earliest twilight, on the waves lie heaving many a mile. At sunrise she escaped their van, by God's especial grace ; And the tall • Pinta, till the noon, had held her close in

chase. Forthwith a guard at every gun was placed along the wall ; The beacon blazed upon the roof of Edgecumbe's lofty Many a light fishing-bark put out to pry along the coast, And with loose rein and bloody spur rode inland many a

post. With his white hair unbonneted, the stout old sheriff

comes ; Behind him march the halberdiers ; before him sound the

drums ; His yeomen round the market cross make clear an ample

space ; For there behoves him to set up the standard of Her Grace. And haughtily the trumpets peal, and gaily dance the bells As slow upon the labouring wind the royal blazon swells. Look how the Lion of the sea lifts up his ancient crown, And underneath his deadly paw treads the gay lilies

down.

hall;

So stalked he when he turned to flight, on that famed

Picard field, Bohemia's plume, and Genoa's bow, and Cæsar's eagle

shield. So glared he when at Agincourt in wrath he turned to bay, And crushed and torn beneath his claws the princely

hunters lay. Ho! strike the flagstaff deep, Sir Knight: ho! scatter

flowers, fair maids : Ho! gunners, fire a loud salute : ho! gallants, draw your

blades : Thou sun, shine on her joyously; ye breezes, waft her wide; Our glorious SEMPER EADEM, the banner of our pride. The freshening breeze of eve unfurled that banner's

massy fold; The parting gleam of sunshine kissed that haughty scroll

of gold ; Night sank upon the dusky beach, and on the purple sea, Such night in England ne'er had been, nor e'er again

shall be. From Eddystone to Berwick bounds, from Lynn to

Milford Bay, That time of slumber was as bright and busy as the day ; For swift to east and swift to west the ghastly war-flame

spread, High on St. Michael's Mount it shone : it shone on

Beachy Head. Far on the deep the Spaniard saw, along each southern

shire, Cape beyond cape, in endless range, those twinkling

points of fire. Thefisher left his skiff to rock on Tamar's glittering waves : The rugged miners poured to war from Mendip's sunless

caves ! O’er Longleat's towers, o'er Cranbourne's oaks, the fiery

herald flew : He roused the shepherds of Stonehenge, the rangers of

Beaulieu. Right sharp and quick the bells all night rang out from

Bristol town, And ere the day three hundred horse had met on Clifton

down ;

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