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Whirl, to go round and round, to toss about in a confused manner.
Faithless, false, not true to her promise.
We shall see, while above us
And then come back down.
Spring - tides, those which rise higher than ordinary tides, after new and fuli 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.
THE SKY-LARK.-Hogg. 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,
Cumberless, free from Emblem * of happiness, 5 Blest is thy dwelling-place
Matin, morning song.
Lea, pasture land, a Oh to abide * in the desert with thee!
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. Gloaming, twilight, the evening.
Love gives its energy,* love gave it birth.
Where, on thy dewy wing, *
Where art thou journeying?
O'er fell * and fountain sheen,
O'er moor and mountain green,
Over the cloudlet * dim,
Over the rainbow's rim,
Then, when the gloaming * comes,
Low in the heather blooms
Emblem of happiness,
Blest is thy dwelling-place-
VISION OF BELSHAZZAR.*—Byron
THE King was on his throne, Satraps, the chier
The Satraps * thronged the hall; governors and nobles.
A thousand bright lamps shone
O'er that high festival.
A thousand cups of gold, In Judah, &c., these
In Judah * deemed divinevessels were set apart Jehovah's vessels hold for the service of the Temple, and were,
The godless Heathen’s wine. therefore, held most sacred.
In that same hour and hall,
The fingers of a hand
And wrote as if on sand :
A solitary hand
And traced them like a wand.
The monarch saw, and shook,
And bade no more rejoice ;
And tremulous his voice.
Bloodless, &c., he be came pale with fear.
* 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.
Men of lore, the
Lore, learning, know.
66 Let the men of lore * appear,
The wisest of the earth,
our royal mirth."
But here they have no skill;
Untold and awful still.
Are wise and deep in lore;
They saw—but knew no more.
A stranger and a youth,
He saw that writing's truth.
The prophecy * in view ;
The morrow proved it true.
His kingdom passed away,
Is light and worthless clay.
* the stone :
The Persian on his throne !"
A captive, the prophet Daniel, who had been carried captive into Babylon.
The prophecy, tha$
THE BATTLE OF HOHENLINDEN.*-Campbell.
Sun, &c., at sunset.
Fires of death, the
discharge of the artil. But Linden showed another sight,
lery which When the drum beat at dead of nighty death and destruction Commanding fires of death * to light
among the troops.
Scenery, the appearThe darkness of her scenery.
ance 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
By torch and trumpet fast arrayed,
To join the dreadful revelry.*
Far flashed the red artillery.
Of Iser, rolling rapidly.
Shout ’mid their sulphurous canopy.
And charge with all thy chivalry !
Shall be a soldier's sepulchre !
THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH.-Longfellow.
UNDER a spreading chestnut-tree Smithy, a black
The village smithy * stands ; smith's shop. Mighty, full of
The smith, a mighty * man is he, strength.
With large and sinewy * hands; Sinewy, strong.
And the muscles * of his brawny * arms Muscles, the fleshy parts of the body by Are strong as iron bands. which it moves. Brawny, strong, full His hair is crisp,* and black, and long ; of muscle, powerful.
His face is like the tan; Crisp, curly. Tan, the bark of the His brow is wet with honest sweat ; oak-tree, means here He earns whate'er he can, that his face was very brown,
And looks the whole world in the face, burnt.
For he owes not any man.
You can hear his bellows blow;
Wield, to sling with
15 You can hear him wield * his heavy sledge, *
With measured beat and slow,
When the evening sun is low.
Look in at the open door ;
And hear the bellows roar,
Like chaff * from a threshing-floor.* 25 He goes on Sunday to the church,
And sits among his boys ;
He hears his daughter's voice
Singing in the village choir, * 30
And it makes his heart rejoice :
Singing in Paradise !
must think of her once more,
A tear out of his eyes.
Onward through life he goes ;
Each morning sees some task begun, 40 Each evening sees its close ;
Something attempted, * something done,
Has earned a night's repose.*
For the lesson thou hast taught ! 45 Thus at the flaming forge of Life
Our fortunes must be wrought !
Each burning deed and thought!
Choir, a band of
Toiling, working hard.
Close, end or finish.
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 leadi American Magazines of the present day.
Clustered, crowded together. Up from the meadows, rich with corn, Frederick, or_Fredericksburg, Clear from the cool September morn,
in Virginia, U.S.
Green-walled, &c., surrounded, The clustered * spires of Frederick stand, as by a natural wall, by the hills Green-walled * by the hills of Maryland.
of the Blue Ridge, a branch of the Alleghany Mountains.