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Were imaged by the water's love
An atmosphere without a breath,
Like one beloved, the scene had lent
To the dark water's breast
Its every leaf and lineament
With more than truth exprest;
Blots one dear image out.
Though Thou art ever fair and kind,
Less oft is peace in Shelley's mind
Than calm in waters seen.
Auld Robin Gray
P. B. SHELLEY
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 father couldna work, and my mother couldna spin ;
My heart it said nay; I look'd for Jamie back;
His ship it was a wrack-why didna Jamie dee,
My father urgit sair my mother didna speak;
But she look'd in my face till my heart was like to break :
I hadna been a wife a week but only four,
O sair, sair did we greet, and muckle did we say ;
I gang like a ghaist, and I carena to spin;
LADY A. LINDSAY.
Willie Drowned in Yarrow
Down in yon garden sweet and gay
'Willie's rare, and Willie's fair,
And Willie's wondrous bonny;
'O gentle wind, that bloweth south,
'O tell sweet Willie to come dour
And leaves around them hinging.
'The lav'rock there, wi' her white breast
'O Leader-haughs are wide and braid
'But Willie's gone, whom I thought on,
'O came ye by yon water-side?
Or came you by yon meadow green,
She sought him up, she sought him down,
Syne, in the cleaving of a craig,
She found him drown'd in Yarrow !
The Reverie of Poor Susan
AT the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears, Hangs a Thrush that sings loud, it has sung for three
Poor Susan has passed by the spot, and has heard
'Tis a note of enchantment; what ails her? She sees A mountain ascending, a vision of trees;
Bright volumes of vapour through Lothbury glide,
Green pastures she views in the midst of the dale,
She looks, and her heart is in heaven: but they fade,
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 hall;
Many a light fishing-bark put out to pry along the coast, And with loose rein and bloody spur rode inland many a
With his white hair unbonneted, the stout old sheriff
Behind him march the halberdiers; before him sound the
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.
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.
The fisher left his skiff to rock on Tamar's glittering waves: The rugged miners poured to war from Mendip's sunless
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;