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Sore, here means much.
Trim, state, position.
Accost, to speak to any one.
Timely, at the right time.
Away went Gilpin out of breath,
And sore* against his will,
The calender, amazed to see
His neighbour in such trim,*
And thus accosted* him :
"What news? What news! Your tidings tell! 165 Tell me you must and shall
Say why bareheaded you are come,
Or why you come at all."
Now Gilpin had a pleasant wit,
And thus unto the calender,
In merry guise * he spoke :—
Wedding day, it was Said John, "It is my wedding-day,*
the anniversary of his wedding.
And all the world would stare,
If wife should dine at Edmonton
So turning to his horse, he said,
"I am in haste to dine;
'Twas for your pleasure you came here,
Ah, luckless speech! ah, bootless * boast!
For, while he spake, a braying ass
205 Whereat his horse did snort, as he *
And galloped off with all his might,
Away went Gilpin, and away
Now Mrs. Gilpin, when she saw
215 Into the country far away,
She pulled out half-a-crown:
And thus unto the youth she said,
"This shall be yours, when you bring back
The youth did ride, and soon did meet
Whom in a trice* he tried to stop,
225 But not performing what he meant,
The frighted steed he frighted more,
Away went Gilpin, and away
Went postboy at his heels,
The postboy's horse right glad to miss
Six gentlemen upon the road
235 With postboy scampering in the rear,"
Bootless, useless, without success.
As he, as if he.
Posting, travelling in great haste.
Amain, with all his might.
Trice, in an instant.
Postboy, one who
Rear, after him.
ODE TO THE NORTH-EAST WIND.-Kingsley.
THE REV. CHARLES KINGSLEY (1819-1875) was born in Devonshire. distinguished himself as a poet, historian, novelist, &c. From 1859 till 1870 he was Professor of Modern History at Cambridge. He was the author of Alton Locke, Westward Ho, Town Geology, The Roman and the Teuton, Madam How and Lady Why, &c.
Sweep the golden reed-beds;
Crisp the lazy dyke,*
Fill the lake with wildfowl;
Through the black fir-forest
Hark! The brave North-easter! Breast-high lies the scent,
On by holt and headland,*
Over heath and bent.*
Chime, ye dappled * darlings,
Chime, ye dappled darlings,*
Go! and rest to-morrow,
Let the luscious* South wind
Breathe in lovers' sighs,
While the lazy gallants
What does he but soften Heart alike and pen?
'Tis the hard grey winter Breeds hard Englishmen."
What's the soft South-wester? "Tis the ladies' breeze,
Bringing home their true loves Out of all the seas:
Hurled, driven forward
Heralded, introduced, or
Vikings, ancient pirates of Norway and the countries around the Baltic Sea, who ravaged the coasts of Britain and France from the eighth to the tenth centuries. Their ships sailed from the vik, or bay, and not from the lawful harbour; hence their name.
But the black North-easter,
Through the snowstorm hurled,*
Come, as came our fathers,
Come ; and strong within us
JOHN GIBSON LOCKHART (1794-1854) was born in Lanarkshire, and married the eldest daughter of Sir Walter Scott in 1820. In early life he wrote several tales and biographies and published his translations of the Spanish Ballads. He also wrote the Lives of Burns, Napoleon, and Theodore Hook. His Life of Scott is one of the finest biographies we possess.
"My ear-rings! my ear-rings! they've dropped
And what to say to Muça, I cannot, cannot tell."
"The well is deep, far down they lie, beneath
To me did Muça give them, when he spake his
And what to say when he comes back, alas! I
'My ear-rings! my ear-rings! they were pearls
in silver set,
That when my Moor*
was far away, I ne'er
That I ne'er to other tongue should list, nor
But remember he my lips had kissed, pure as
When he comes back, and hears that I have
Oh what will Muça think of me, I cannot, can-