A man he was to all the country dear,


50 And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race,


Passing, exceedingly.

Forty pounds a

Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his year was the acplace.

Unskilful he to fawn,* or seek for power,

By doctrines fashioned to the varying hour;

55 Far other* aims his heart had learned to prize, More bent to raise the wretched, than to rise. His house was known to all the vagrant* train;


tual income of the Rev. Charles Goldsmith, the poet's father. Remote, at a distance, removed. Fawn, to court favour, to flatter. Far other, far

He chid their wanderings, but relieved their different.


The long-remembered beggar was his guest,
60 Whose beard descending swept his aged breast;
The ruined spendthrift,* now no longer proud,
Claimed kindred there, and had his claim allowed;
The broken soldier,* kindly bade to stay,
Sat by his fire and talked the night away,
65 Wept o'er his wounds, or, tales of sorrow done,
Shouldered his crutch, and showed how fields

were won!

Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to

And quite forgot their vices, in their woe; Careless their merits or their faults to scan,* 70 His pity gave, ere charity began.

Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride,
And e'en his failings leaned to virtue's side;
But, in his duty prompt at every call,


He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all : 75 And, as a bird each fond endearment tries

To tempt her new-fledged offspring to the skies,
He tried each art, reproved each dull delay,
Allured* to brighter worlds, and led the way.
Beside the bed where parting life was laid,
80 And sorrow, guilt, and pain, by turns dismayed,
The reverend champion stood. At his control,
Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul;
Comfort came down the trembling wretch to


And his last faltering accents whispered praise.

At church, with meek and unaffected grace,
His looks adorned the venerable place;
Truth from his lips prevailed with double sway;
And fools, who came to scoff,* remained to pray.
The service past, around the pious man,
90 With ready zeal, each honest rustic * ran;

Bent, inclined. Vagrant, begging, wandering, houseless.

Chid, reproved, rebuked.

Spendthrift, one

who wastes his
Broken soldier,
crippled in war.

Showed, &c., went
through a mimic
charge to show

how battles were
fought and won.
Glow, to grow
warm with kindly
Scan, to examine

Prompt, &c., always ready when asked or called upon to help the poor.

Allured, enticed,
Reverend, deserv-
ing respect.
Came down, grace
of repentance
came from
Double sway, this
means that he
practised what
he preached. He
taught both by
word and ex-

Scoff, to jeer, to
make game of.
Rustic, a country.


Wile, a sly trick. Even children followed with endearing wile,*
And plucked his gown, to share the good man's

His ready smile a parent's warmth expressed,
Their welfare pleased him, and their cares dis-

To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, 95
But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven:
As some tall cliff,* that lifts its awful * form,
Awful, producing Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the

Cliff, rock.

wonder, awe, or


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ken, perpetual,
Yon, yonder.
Straggling, irre-
gular, not cut

evergreen plant
with yellow
Boding, knowing
beforehand what
was to happen.
Conveyed, &c.,
the bad news was
whispered from
one to another.
Cipher, here is
meant the use of


Though round its breast the rolling clouds are

Eternal* sunshine settles on its head.

Beside yon* straggling' fence that skirts the



With blossomed furze* unprofitably gay,
Furze, a prickly There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule,
The village master taught his little school.
A man severe he was, and stern to view;
I knew him well, and every truant knew ;
Well had the boding * tremblers learned to trace
The day's disasters in his morning face:
Full well they laughed with counterfeited *
At all his jokes, for many a joke had he :
Full well the busy whisper, circling round,
Conveyed the dismal tidings when he frowned.
Yet he was kind, or if severe in aught,
The love he bore to learning was in fault;
The village all declared how much he knew-
"Twas certain he could write and cipher * too;
Lands he could measure, terms and tides presage,*
And e'en the story ran that he could gauge."
In arguing, too, the parson owned his skill,

figures, or practice of arithmetic.

Presage, to calculate beforehand. Gauge, to measure the contents of any vessel. Vanquished, defeated.

They gazed, &c., the more they heard, the more they wondered.

The very spot, &c., the place


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For e'en though vanquished,* he could argue still; 120 While words of learned length and thundering sound

Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around: where on many And still they gazed,* and still the wonder grew occasions he was That one small head should carry all he knew. victorious in de- But past is all his fame. The very spot * Where many a time he triumphed is forgot

bate or argument.


YOUTH AND AGE.-Coleridge.

SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE (1772-1834) was the son of a Devonshire clergyman, and was educated at Christ's Hospital and Cambridge. He was strongly influenced in his poetry by his philosophical studies, and had an intellect of extraordinary range. Chief poems: Genevieve, The Ancient Mariner, Christabel, and Odes.


YOUTH, a breeze 'mid blossoms straying,
Where Hope clung feeding, like a bee-
Both were mine! Life went a Maying,
With Nature, Hope, and Poesy,

When I was young!
When I was young-Ah, woful When !
Ah! for the change 'twixt Now and Then!
This breathing house * not built with hands,
This body that does me grievous* wrong,
10 O'er airy cliffs and glittering sands,

How lightly then it flashed along

Like those trim skiffs,* unknown of yore,*
On winding lakes and rivers wide,
That ask no aid* of sail or oar,

15 That fear no spite of wind or tide!
Nought cared this body for wind or weather,
When Youth and I lived in't together.


Flowers are lovely; Love is flower-like;
Friendship is a sheltering tree;
Oh the joys, that came down shower-like,
Of Friendship, Love, and Liberty,

Ere I was old!

Ere I was old? Ah, woful Ere,
Which tells me, Youth's no longer here!


25 O Youth! for years so many and sweet,
"Tis known that thou and I were one,
I'll think it but a fond conceit *.
It cannot be, that thou art gone!
Thy vesper-bell* hath not yet tolled,
30 And thou wert aye a masker bold!
What strange disguise hast thou put on,
To make believe, that thou art gone?
I see these locks in silvery slips,
This drooping gait,* this altered size:
35 But springtide blossoms on thy lips,
And tears take sunshine from thine eyes!
Life is but thought: so think I will
That Youth and I are housemates still.

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Dewdrops are the gems of morning,
But the tears of mournful eve!
Where no hope is, life's a warning,
That only serves to make us grieve,

When we are old:

That only serves to make us grieve Tedious, tiring, slow. With oft and tedious* taking-leave, Like some poor nigh-related guest,

Dismist, sent away. That may not rudely be dismist.*

Yet hath outstayed his welcome while,
And tells the jest without the smile.




EDGAR ALLAN POE (1811-1849) was an American poet, and possessed of considerable originality. He was the son of a strolling player, on whose death he was adopted by Mr. Allan, a rich merchant. He died from the effects of intemperance and dissipation.

Sledge, a carriage

made for sliding upon


HEAR the sledges* with the bells *.
Silver bells!

The bells, when heard What a world of merriment * their melody foretells !

in the frosty air,

have a merry tinkling

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Runic rhyme, a rhyme

How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
In the icy air of night!

While the stars that over-sprinkle
All the heavens seem to twinkle
With a crystalline * delight;
Keeping time, time, time,

In a sort of Runic rhyme,*

peculiar to the lan- To the tintinnabulation * that so musically wells

guage of the ancient

northern nations.



From the bells, bells, bells, bells,

Bells, bells, bells,

From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.

Hear the mellow wedding bells,

Golden bells!




Harmony, musical What a world of happiness their harmony* foretells!

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Through the balmy air of night

How they ring out their delight!
From the molten golden notes,
And all in tune,

What a liquid ditty * floats

To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats *

On the moon!

Oh, from out the sounding cells,

What a gush of euphony* voluminously* welis!











How it swells!

How it dwells


On the Future! how it tells
Of the rapture that impels
To the swinging and the ringing
Of the bells, bells, bells,

Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells-

To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!

Hear the loud alarum-bells-
Brazen bells! *

What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency

In the startled ear of night

How they scream out their affright!
Too much horrified to speak,
They can only shriek, shriek,

Out of tune,


In a clamorous* appealing to the mercy of the

In a mad expostulation* with the deaf and
frantic* fire,

Leaping higher, higher, higher,
With a resolute endeavour

Now-now to sit, or never,

By the side of the pale-faced moon.

Oh, the bells, bells, bells!

What a tale their terror tells

Of Despair!

How they clang, and clash, and roar

What a horror they outpour

On the bosom of the palpitating * air!

Yet the ear it fully knows,

By the twanging

And the clanging,

How the danger ebbs and flows;

Yet the ear distinctly tells,

In the jangling,

And the wrangling,

How the danger sinks and swells

By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of

the bells

Of the bells,

Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,

Bells, bells, bells,

Rapture, very great delight or pleasure.

Brazen bells, these are the bells that startle the sleepers in the night with the alarm of fire. Turbulency, tumult, great noise.

Clamorous, noisy.

Expostulation, re

monstrance, Frantic, furious.

Palpitating, beating quickly, throbbing.

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In the clamour and the clangour* of the bells! together."

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