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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,
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,
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,
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,
And his last faltering accents whispered praise.
At church, with meek and unaffected grace,
Bent, inclined. Vagrant, begging, wandering, houseless.
Chid, reproved, rebuked.
who wastes his
Showed, &c., went
how battles were
Prompt, &c., always ready when asked or called upon to help the poor.
Scoff, to jeer, to
Wile, a sly trick. Even children followed with endearing wile,*
His ready smile a parent's warmth expressed,
To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, 95
wonder, awe, or
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,
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
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,
When I was young!
How lightly then it flashed along
Like those trim skiffs,* unknown of yore,*
15 That fear no spite of wind or tide!
Flowers are lovely; Love is flower-like;
Ere I was old!
Ere I was old? Ah, woful Ere,
25 O Youth! for years so many and sweet,
Dewdrops are the gems of morning,
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,
THE BELLS.-E. A. Poe.
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 *.
The bells, when heard What a world of merriment * their melody foretells !
in the frosty air,
have a merry tinkling
Runic rhyme, a rhyme
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
While the stars that over-sprinkle
In a sort of Runic rhyme,*
peculiar to the lan- To the tintinnabulation * that so musically wells
guage of the ancient
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells,
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
Hear the mellow wedding bells,
Harmony, musical What a world of happiness their harmony* foretells!
Through the balmy air of night
How they ring out their delight!
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 bells, bells, bells, bells,
To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!
Hear the loud alarum-bells-
What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency
In the startled ear of night
How they scream out their affright!
Out of tune,
In a clamorous* appealing to the mercy of the
Leaping higher, higher, higher,
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
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
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.
monstrance, Frantic, furious.
Palpitating, beating quickly, throbbing.
In the clamour and the clangour* of the bells! together."