There were his young barbarians all at play; All this rush'd with his blood.-Shall he expire, LADY CLARE. ALFRED TENNYSON. [See page 126.] Ir was the time when lilies blow, "He does not love me for my birth, In there came old Alice, the nurse, Said, "Who was this that went from thee ?" "Oh! God be thanked!" said Alice, the nurse, "Are ye out of your mind, my nurse, my nurse ?" "As God's above," said Alice, the nurse, 66 'I speak the truth: you are my child. "The old Earl's daughter died at my breast- "Falsely, falsely have you done, Oh! mother," she said, "if this be true, "Nay, now, my child," said Alice, the nurse, But keep the secret for your life, 66 And all you have will be Lord Ronald's, “If I'm a beggar born," she said, "I will speak out, for I dare not lie; Pull off, pull off, the brooch of gold, And fling the diamond necklace by." "Nay, now, my child," said Alice, the nurse, But keep the secret all ye can." 66 She said, "Not so: but I will know If there be any faith in man." "Nay, now, what faith ?" said Alice, the nurse, 66 The man will cleave unto his right." "And he shall have it," the lady replied, Though I should die to-night.” "Yet give one kiss to your mother dear! Alas! my child, I sinned for thee." "Oh! mother, mother, mother," she said, She clad herself in a russet gown, The lily-white doe Lord Ronald had brought Dropt her head in the maiden's hand, Down stept Lord Ronald from his tower: Why come you drest like a village maid, "If I come drest like a village maid, I am a beggar born," she said, "And not the Lady Clare." "Play me no tricks," said Lord Ronald, "For I am yours in word and deed. Play me no tricks," said Lord Ronald, 66 Your riddle is hard to read." Oh! and proudly stood she up! Her heart within her did not fail! And told him all her nurse's tale. He laughed a laugh of merry scorn; He turned and kissed her where she stood: "If you are not the heiress born, And I," said he, "the next in blood "If you are not the heiress born, (By permission of Messrs. Moxon & Co.) THE WRECK OF THE HESPERUS. [See page 161.] It was the schooner Hesperus That sailed the wintry sea; And the skipper had taken his little daughter To bear him company. Blue were her eyes as the fairy-flax, Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds, The skipper he stood beside the helm, And he watched how the veering flaw did blow, The smoke now west, now south. Then up and spake an old sailor 66 "Last night the moon had a golden ring, The skipper he blew a whiff from his pipe, Colder and louder blew the wind, Down came the storm, and smote amain She shuddered and paused like a frightened steed, "Come hither-come hither, my little daughter, And do not tremble so; For I can weather the roughest gale He wrapped her in his seaman's coat, He cut a rope from a broken spar, "Oh! father! I hear the church-bells ring- ""Tis a fog-bell on a rock-bound coast!" And he steered for the open sea. "Oh! father! I hear the sound of guns; Oh! say, what may it be ?” "Some ship in distress, that cannot live In such an angry sea!" "Oh! father! I see a gleaming light; But the father answered never a word— Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark, The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow Then the maiden clasped her hands, and prayed That saved she might be; And she thought of Christ who stilled the wave And fast through the midnight dark and drear, And ever the fitful gust between It was the sound of the trampling surf The breakers were right beneath her bows: And a whooping billow swept the crew She struck where the white and fleecy waves But the cruel rocks, they gored her side Her rattling shrouds, all sheathed in ice, At day-break, on the black sea-beach, To see the form of a maiden fair The salt sea was frozen on her breast, The salt tears in her eyes; And he saw her hair, like the brown sea-weed, On the billows fall and rise. Such was the wreck of the Hesperus, In the midnight and the snow. Christ save us all from a death like this, HORATIUS KEEPS THE BRIDGE. LORD MACAULAY. [See page 89.] OUT spake the Consul roundly: "The bridge must straight go down; For, since Janiculum is lost, Nought else can save the town." Then out spake brave Horatius, "And for the tender mother To save them from false Sextus That wrought the deed of shame ? |