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Wight, a strong nimble person,
Winsome, winning, engaging
Water - wraith, the spirit of the storm (an imaginary thing). Scowl of heaven, the threatening darkness of the sky, betokening a storm.
Out spoke the hardy Highland wight: *
“I'll go, my chief-I'm ready:
But for your winsome * lady :
In danger shall not tarry ;
I'll row you o'er the ferry.”
Grew dark as they were speaking.
And as the night grew drearer,
Their trampling sounded nearer.
“Though tempests round us gather ;
A stormy sea before her -
40 And still they rowed amidst the roar
Of waters fast prevailing ;*
His child he did discover :
And one was round her lover,
50 And I'll forgive your Highland chief ;
My daughter !-oh! my daughter !”
Return or aid preventing ;
55 And he was left lamenting.*
Tempest, a storm.
Lamenting, mourning loudly.
TO A FIELD MOUSE.—Burns. ROBERT BURNS (1759-1796), the great lyric poet of Scotland, was the son of a small farmer in Ayrshire. He owed little or nothing to education, and, in his genius, followed the impulse of nature alone. Chief poems: Hallowe'en, The Cottar's Saturday Night, Tam o Shanter, and a magnificent collection of songs.
WEE,* sleekit,* cow'rin',* tim'rous beastie, * Wee, very little.
Sleekit, sleek, smooth.
Cow'rin', crouching Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
with fear. Wi' bickering brattle ! *
Beastie, little beast. I wad be laith * to rin and chase thee 5
Bickering b,attle, rac
ing backwards and Wi? murdoring pattle !*
Pattle, the stick used Has broken Nature's social union,
for clearing away the And justifies that ill opinion
clodsfrom the plough
And fellow-mortal !
Whyles, sometimes. What then ? poor beastie, thou maun live! 15 A daimen icker * in a thrave*
A daimen icker, &c., 'S a sma' request :
and then from the I'll get a blessin' wi' the lave, *
bundle. And never miss't !
Thrave, twenty-four sheaves.
The lave, the rest, Thy wee bit housie, too, in ruin !
what is left. 20 Its silly wa’s * the win's are strewin':
happy. Till, crash ! the cruel coulter * past
Coulter, plough-iron. 30 Out thro' thy cell.*
Stibble, stalks of corn
left in the ground
after reapivg. Now thou's turn'd out for a'thy trouble
But house, &c., with. But house or hald, *
out a dwelling place. 35 To thole * the winter's sleety dribble
Cranreuch, hoarAnd cranreuch * cauld !
an ear of corn now
THE PET LAMB.— Wordsworth. Dew, the moisture The dew was falling fast, the stars began to which falls upon the blink; earth from the air, chiefly at night.
I heard a voice ; it said “ Drink, pretty creature,
drink!" Espied, saw. And looking o'er the hedge, before me I espied
A snow-white mountain lamb, with a maiden at
its side. Kine, cows. Nor sheep, nor kine were near; the lamb was all alone
5 Tether’d, fastened. And by a slender cord was tether'd * to a stone ;
With one knee on the grass did the little maiden
with pleasure shook :
such a tone
beauty rare !
with her empty can the maiden turn'd away; 15 But ere ten yards were gone, her footsteps did
lie in the shade of the beech-tree.
Right towards the lamb she look'd ; and from that shady
If Nature to her tongue could measured numbers * bring, Measured 20 Thus, thought I, to her lamb that little maid might sing: numbers, “What ails thee, Young one? what? Why pull so at poetry.
thy cord ?
Rest, little Young one, rest ; what is't that aileth thee?
chain ; 30 This beech is standing by, its covert * thou canst gain ; Covert,coverFor rain and mountain-storms !—the like thou need'st ing; it could
When my father found thee first in places far away ;
female sheep 40 Upon the mountain-tops no kinder could have been.
having “ Thou know'st that twice a day I have brought thee in fresh water from the brook, as clear as ever ran; And twice in the day, when the ground is wet with dew, Yoke, to fasI bring thee draughts of milk, warm milk it is and new.
horse, to har 45 “Thy limbs will shortly be twice as stout as they are now, ness it.
Then I'll yoke* thee to my cart like a pony in the plough! Fold, an en-
for keeping Our hearth shall be thy bed, our house shall be thy fold.* sheep.
ten it to the cart like a
“It will not, will not rest!-Poor creature, can it be That 'tis thy mother's heart which is working so in thee?
50 Belike, perhaps, Things that I know not of belike * to thee are dear, probably.
And dreams of things which thou canst neither see
nor hear. “ Alas, the mountain-tops that look so green and fair I've heard of fearful winds and darkness that come
there; The little brooks that seem all pastime and all play, 55
When they are angry, roar like lions for their prey. Raven, a bird of “Here thou need'st not dread the raven* in the sky;
Night and day thou art safe,- --our cottage is hard by. * Hard by, close at hand, near.
Why bleat so after me? Why pull so at thy chain ?
Again, and once again, did I repeat the song ; 65 Damsel, a girl.
“ Nay," said I,“ more than half to the damsel* must
such a tone,
Tended, taken care of.
But has one vacant* chair !
And mournings * for the dead ;
Will not be comforted.
Not from the ground arise,
Assume * this dark disguise. *