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Young Lochinvar O, YOUNG Lochinvar is come out of the West ! Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broadsword, he weapons had none; He rode all unarm’d, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar. He stay'd not for brake and he stopp'd not for stone ; He swam the Eske river where ford there was none; But ere he alighted at Netherby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late ; For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar. So boldly he enter'd the Netherby Hall, Among bridesmen, and kinsmen, and brothers, and all ; Then spoke the bride's father, his hand on his sword (For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word), O, come ye in peace here, or come ye in war, Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar?' 'I long woo'd your daughter, my suit you denied ; Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide ;And now am I come with this lost Love of mine To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar! The bride kiss'd the goblet : the knight took it up, He quaff’d off the wine and he threw down the cup. She look'd down to blush, and she look'd up to sigh, With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar,Now tread we a measure !' said young Lochinvar.
So stately his form, and so lovely her face,
One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear,
She is won ! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur ; They'll have fleet steeds that follow,' quoth young Loch
invar. There was mounting 'mong Græmes of the Netherby
clan, Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they
SIR W. SCOTT.
The Wreck of the Hesperus
It was the schooner Hesperus,
That sailed the wintry sea ;
To bear him company.
Her cheeks like the dawn of day,
That ope in the month of May.
With his pipe in his mouth,
The smoke now West, now South.
Had saild the Spanish Main,
For I fear a hurricane.
And to.night no moon we see !'
And a scornful laugh laughed he.
Colder and louder blew the wind,
A gale from the North-east; The snow fell hissing in the brine,
And the billows frothed like yeast. Down came the storm, and smote amain
The vessel in its strength ; She shudder'd and paused, like a frighted steed,
Then leap'd her cable's length.
And do not tremble so;
That ever wind did blow.'
He wrapp'd her warm in his seaman's coat
Against the stinging blast;
And bound her to the mast.
O father! I hear the church-bells ring,
And he steer'd for the open sea. "O father! I hear the sound of guns, o say, what may
it be?' Some ship in distress that cannot live
In such an angry sea !'
O say, what may it be?'
A frozen corpse was he.
Lash'd to the helm, all stiff and stark,
With his face to the skies, The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow
On his fix'd and glassy eyes. Then the maiden clasped her hands and prayed
That saved she might be ; and she thought of Christ, who stilled the waves
On the Lake of Galilee.
And fast through the midnight dark and drear,
Through the whistling sleet and snow, Like a sheeted ghost, the vessel swept
Towards the reef of Norman's Woe.
And ever the fitful gusts between
A sound came from the land ;
On the rocks and the hard sea-sand.
The breakers were right beneath her bows,
She drifted a dreary wreck,
Like icicles from her deck.
Look'd soft as carded wool,
Like the horns of an angry bull.
With the masts went by the board ;
Ho! ho! the breakers roared !
A fisherman stood aghast,
Lashed close to a drifting mast.
The salt tears in her eyes ;
On the billows fall and rise.
In the midnight and the snow !
II. W. LONGFELLOW.
The Dog and the Water-lily
THE noon was shady, and soft airs
Swept Ouse's silent tide,
I wander'd on his side.
And high in pedigree,-
That spaniel found for me,)
Now, starting into sight,
With scarce a slower flight.
His lilies newly blown ;
And one I wish'd my own.
To steer it close to land ;
Escaped my eager hand.
With fix'd considerate face,
To comprehend the case.
Dispersing all his dream,
The windings of the stream.
Beau, trotting far before,
And plunging left the shore.
Impatient swim to meet
The treasure at my feet.