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"HE NEVER SMILED AGAIN."-Mrs. Hemans.
FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS (1793-1835), a distinguished English poetess, was born at Liverpool, but spent her early life in Wales. Her best poem is the Forest Sanctuary, but her minor pieces are most popular, such as The Graves of a Household, The Voice of Spring, &c. She died at Dublin.
THE bark that held a prince went down,
The sweeping waves rolled on;
And what was England's glorious crown
5 He lived, for life may long be borne
Why comes not death to those who mourn?
There stood proud forms* around his throne,
But which could fill the place of one-
Before him passed the young and fair
In pleasure's reckless* train,
15 But seas dashed o'er his son's bright hair: He never smiled again!
Graves which true love had bathed with tears
He, Henry I., who died in 1135.
Fresh hopes were born for other years:
THE FIRE OF DRIFT-WOOD.
WE sat within the farm-house old,
Port, a harbour, a Not far away we saw the port,*—
The strange, old-fashioned, silent town,-
place of defence in former times, now no longer used, so there
fore stripped of its We sat and talked until the night,
Gloom, partial Jark
Secret, unknown, hidden.
Swerving, wandering, departing from a custom, turning aside.
Descending, filled the little room;
Our voices only broke the gloom.*
We spake of many a vanished scene,
Of what we once had thought and said,
And all that fills the hearts of friends,
When first they feel, with secret * pain,
The first slight swerving* of the heart,
Or say it in too great excess.
Tones, &c, the sounds The very tones* in which we spake
of our voices.
Had something strange, I could but mark;
O flames that glowed! * O hearts that yearned! Glow, to shine with
The drift-wood fire without that burned,
Yearn, to feel an
earnest desire. Akin, resembling
The thoughts that burned and glowed within, closely, relationship.
THE HOMES OF ENGLAND.-Mrs. Hemans.
Through shade and sunny gleam,
Stately, very grand, noble in appearance. Ancestral trees, very old, planted by the forefathers of the present owners. Greensward,
And the swan glides* past them with the sound Glides, moves quickly
Of some rejoicing stream.
The merry Homes of England!
Around their hearths* by night,
What gladsome looks of household love
There woman's voice flows forth in song,
15 Or lips move tunefully along
Some glorious page of old.*
and with ease.
Hearth, the fireside.
Ruddy light, the bright red light of the fire.
Glorious page of old, some story of olden times in which great and noble deeds are mentioned.
CHARLES DICKENS (1812-1870), a native of Landport, Portsmouth. In early life he was connected with the press as a parliamentary reporter. The Pickwick Papers early established his reputation as the greatest living humorist. He was admired by a universal circle of readers. Chief works: Nicholas Nickleby, Old Curiosity Shop, David Copperfield, Dombey and Son, Bleak House, &c.
Dainty, being very
Whim, a fancy, a sudden change of the mind.
Oн a dainty * plant is the Ivy* green,
That creepeth o'er ruins old!
On right choice food are his meals, I ween,'
In his cell so lone and cold.
The walls must be crumbled, the stones decay'd, 5
And the mould'ring dust that years have made
Creeping where no life is seen,
Fast he stealeth on, though he wears no wings,
Creeping where grim death has been,
Whole ages have fled, and their works decay'd,
But the stout old Ivy shall never fade
25 The brave old plant in its lonely days
For the stateliest* building man can raise
Creeping on where time has been,
A rare old plant is the Ivy Green.
Hug, to clasp tightly.
Stately, very beautt
ful, grand to look at.
LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER.-Campbell.
THOMAS CAMPBELL (1777-1844) was a native of Glasgow, and rose to early fame by the publication of his Pleasures of Hope in 1799. Other poems: Gertrude of Wyoming, a tale of Pennsylvania; Theodoric, a Swiss story; and a number of lyrics, which are, perhaps, the finest in the language.
A CHIEFTAIN,* to the Highlands * bound,
Boatman, do not tarry!
And I'll give thee a silver pound
To row us o'er the ferry."*
5 "Now, who be ye would cross Lochgyle,*
Chieftain, the head of a clan.
Highlands, the mountainous districts in the north and west of Scotland.
Ferry, a place where people are rowed across a water. Lochgyle, a small arm of the sea which runs off in a north-west direction from Loch Long.
Ulva's isle, a small island on the west coast of Mull,
Glen, a narrow valley among the mountains.
Heather, the heath, a small evergreen shrub.