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We shall see, while above us
The waves roar and whirl,*
"Here came a mortal,
The kings of the sea."
But, children, at midnight,
We will gaze, from the sand-hills,
Singing, "There dwells a loved one,
She left lonely for ever
The kings of the sea."
Whirl, to go round and round, to toss about in a confused manner.
Faithless, false, not true to her promise.
Spring-tides, those which rise higher than ordinary tides, after new and full moon.
Broom, a wild evergreen shrub, with leafless pointed twigs. Blanched, made white or whitened. Creek, a small inlet of the sea.
Hie, to hasten.
Ebb-tide, the going back or retiring of the tide.
Sleeping town, the in. habitants had retired to rest.
JAMES HOGG (1770-1835) was born in Ettrick Forest in Selkirkshire. He was a farmer and a shepherd, and hence called the "Ettrick Shepherd," but he was more successful as a poet. Chief work: The Queen's Wake, containing the beautiful fairy ballad Kilmeny: he also wrote songs and novels.
BIRD of the wilderness,
Sweet be thy matin* o'er moorland and lea!* gay.
Emblem* of happiness,
Blest is thy dwelling-place
Oh to abide in the desert with thee!
Wild is thy lay* and loud,
Cumberless, free from
Matin,morning song. Lea, pasture land, a meadow.
Emblem, sign or figure, a token. Abide, to live.
Lay, & song.
Energy, power, strength.
Dewy wing, the lark builds its nest on the ground, and consequently when the dew falls at night it gets covered with it. Thy lay is in heaven, the lark soars high into the air, and there warbles forth its song. Fell, a rocky hill. Sheen, brightness, glitter.
Cloudlet, a little cloud.
Cherub, an angel.
Love gives its energy,* love gave it birth.
Thy lay is in heaven,* thy love is on earth.
O'er fell* and fountain sheen,'
O'er the red streamer that heralds the day;
Over the rainbow's rim,
Musical cherub,* soar, singing, away!
Then, when the gloaming * comes,
Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be
Blest is thy dwelling-place-
VISION OF BELSHAZZAR.*-Byron
chief Satraps, the governors and nobles.
In Judah, &c., these vessels were set apart for the service of the Temple, and were, therefore, held most Jacred.
Bloodless, &c., he be
came pale with fear.
THE King was on his throne,
In Judah* deemed divine-
The godless Heathen's wine.
In that same hour and hall,
Along the letters ran,
And traced them like a wand.
The monarch saw, and shook,
All bloodless* waxed his look,
* Belshazzar was the last of the Babylonian kings. This poem is founded on the Account given of the overthrow of Babylon in the Book of Daniel.
Are wise and deep in lore
A captive* in the land,
A stranger and a youth,
The morrow proved it true.
His kingdom passed away,
The Persian on his throne !"
Men of lore, the
Chaldea's seers, the
Lore, learning, know-
A captive, the prophet Daniel, who had been carried captive into Babylon.
The prophecy, that
Canopy, the covering
The Persian, Cyrus,
THE BATTLE OF HOHENLINDEN.*-Campbell.
ON Linden, when the sun * was low,
Of Iser, rolling rapidly.
But Linden showed another sight,
Sun, &c., at sunset.
Fires of death, the discharge of the artillery which carried death and destruction among the troops. Scenery, the appearance of the country.
* Hohenlinden, or Linden Heights, is a small village in Bavaria. about six leagues from Munich. It is situated between the Iser and the Inn, tributaries of the Danube. The Austrians and Bavarians were defeated here by the French on the 3d December 1800.
Revelry, the bustle and din of battle. Then shook the hills, the surrounding country seemed shake again with the dreadful noise made by the firing of the artillery.
Riven, torn asunder; here it refers to the ground being torn up with the cannonballs.
Frank, the ancient
Huns, or, as they are
By torch and trumpet fast arrayed,
To join the dreadful revelry.*
Then shook the hills* with thunder riven ;*
Far flashed the red artillery.
But redder yet those fires shall glow
Of Iser, rolling rapidly.
'Tis morn-but scarce yon level sun
The combat deepens: On, ye brave!
Few, few shall part where many meet!
Shall be a soldier's sepulchre !
15 You can hear him wield * his heavy sledge,*
And children coming home from school
And hear the bellows roar,
He hears the parson pray and preach;
And it makes his heart rejoice:
It sounds to him like her mother's voice,
He needs must think of her once more,
35 And with his hard, rough hand, he wipes
BARBARA FRITCHIE.-J. G. Whittier.
JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER (1808- ) was born at Havershill, Massachusetts, where his ancestors had long been settled. Many of his poems were devoted to the cause of Abolition. He contributes to all the leading American Magazines of the present day.
UP from the meadows, rich with corn,
Clustered, crowded together. Frederick, or Fredericksburg, in Virginia, U.S.
Green-walled, &c., surrounded, as by a natural wall, by the hills of the Blue Ridge, a branch of the Alleghany Mountains.