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Did ye not hear it? No ; 'twas but the wind, 10
Unconfined, without limits or bounds.
To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.
And nearer, clearer, deadlier than beforeobject.
Arm ! arm ! it is-it is—the cannon's opening roar.
Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro,
guess If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, Since upon night so sweet such awful morn could
And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, Squadron, a body of The inustering squadron,* and the clattering car, horse soldiers, about
Went pouring forward with impetuous* speed, 30 Impetuous, fierce, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war: headlong.
And the deep thunder, peal on peal afar,
And near the beat of the alarming drum “ Cameron's Gather. Roused up the soldier ere the morning-star; ing," a particular air While thronged the citizens, with terror dumb, 35 played by the Cameron Highlanders (79th Or whispering, with white lips,—“ The foe! they regiment). Lochiel, á Highland
come, they come ! ” chieftain.
And wild and high the “Cameron's gathering”* Albyn, an ancient name for Scotland.
rose; Pibroch, a piece of The war-note of Lochiel,* which Albyn's * hills music performed upon the bagpipes.
Have heard, and heard too have her Saxon foes : Evan, Sir Evan Came- How in the noon of night that pibroch * thrills 40 ron of Lochiel, who
Savage and shrill! But with the breath which was remarkable for his valour.
fills Donald, the grandson Their mountain-pipe, so fill the mountaineers of Evan, was wounded at Culloden (1746)
With the fierce native daring which instils and afterwards es The stirring memory of a thousand years ; caped to France with
with And Evan's,* Donald's * fame rings in each 45 Prince Charles Ed. waru.
And Ardennes * waves above them her green Ardennes, the forest leaves,
or wood which lies Dewy with nature's tear-drops, as they pass,
between Brussels and
Waterloo. Grieving, if aught inanimate * e'er grieves, Inanimate, without Over the unreturning brave,-alas!
life. 50 Ere evening to be trodden like the grass,
Which now beneath them, but above shall grow
Of living valour, rolling on the foe
Last eve in beauty's circle proudly gay;
ing in order for Battle's magnificently stern array.
Blent, mingled, mixed Rider and horse, friend, foe, in one red burial blent.* together.
LINES ADDRESSED TO HIS MOTHER'S PICTURE.
W. Cowper. Oh that those lips * had language ! Life hath Those lips. The poet passed
was looking at a pic
ture of his mother With me but roughly since I heard thee last. which had been sent Those lips are thine; thy own sweet smile I to him.
see, The same that oft in childhood solaced * me; Solaced, cheered,
comforted. 5 Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, C
Chase, drive away. “Grieve not, my child ; chase * all thy fears Intelligence, skili, away !”
Art, the art of paintThe meek intelligence * of those dear eyes
ing. (Blessed be the art * that can immortalise, * Immortalise, lasting The art that baffles Time's tyrannic claim *
for ever, here means
the lasting property 10 To quench it !) here shines on me still the of the picture. same.
the hour of a person's Faithful remembrancer * of one so dear !
death arrives, Time, O welcome guest, though unexpected here ! like a tyrant, will take
no excuse. Who bid'st me honour with an artless song,
Remembrancer, someAffectionate, a mother lost so long.
thing to remind us.
I will obey, not willingly alone, Precept, a command But gladly, as the precept * were her own ; or order.
And, while that face renews my filial grief, * Filial grief, the sorrowing of a child for Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief, its parents.
Shall steep me in Elysian * reverie, * Elysian, perfect hap-Amoma
? A momentary dream that thou art she. piness, heavenly. Reverie, meditation. My mother! when I learned that thou wast
dead, Conscious, to be aware Say, wast thou conscious * of the tears I shed ? of.
Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch, &c., he began Wretch * even then, life's journey just begun? to taste the miseries Perhaps thou gav'st me, though unfelt, a kiss- 25 of life even when a
Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss : * child. In bliss, perfect hap- Ah, that maternal * smile, it answers, Yes. piness.
I heard the bell tolled on thy burial-day; Maternal, belonging to a mother.
I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away ;
And, turning from my nursery window, drew 30 Aditu, good-bye. A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu.*
But was it such ? It was. Where thou art gone
Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown. Peaceful shore. The May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore,* ancients thought that The parting word shall pass my lips no more, the soul must pass
35 over a river to get to Tby maidens,* grieved themselves at my couthe next world.
cern,* Maidens, female servants.
. Oft gave me promise of thy quick return: My concern, at my What ardently I wished, I long believed, fretting and sorrow. And, disappointed still, was still deceived ;
By expectation every day beguiled, Dupe of to-morrow, Dupe of to-morrow * even from a child. deceived as to the Thus many a sad to-morrow came and went, future. Stock, supply, store. Till, all my stock * of infant sorrow spent, Lot, one's position in I learned at last submission to my lot,* life.
But, though I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot. 45 No more, our name is
Where once we (lwelt our name is heard no forgotten.
more : * Bauble, a gay showy Children not thine have trod my nursery-floor; article, not having much real value.
13 And where the gardener Robin day by day Pastoral house, the Drew me to school along the public way, Rectory of Berkhamp
mer Delighted with my bauble * coach, and wrapped 50 stead, where Cowper was born ; a clergy- In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet-capped, man's dwelling.
'Tis now become a history little known, Short-lived possession, the poet and his That once we called the pastoral house * our parents lived there
own. but a short time.
Short-lived possession ! * but the record fair Effaced, blotted or worn out.
That memory keeps of all thy kindness there 55 Themes, the subjects Still outlives many a storm that has effaced * a person thinks of or writes about. A thousand other themes * less deeply traced.
Thy nightly visits to my chamber made,
. laid ;
sents. The biscuit, or confectionery plum ; *
Confectionery plum, The fragrant * waters on my cheeks bestowed a plum prepared with By thy own hand, till fresh they shone and
* always the same.
great noise and dis
turbance, as a person And still to be so to my latest age,
does when giving way 70 Adds joy to duty, makes me glad to pay to passion.
Humour, one's whim Such honours to thee as my numbers * may ;
or fancy. Perhaps a frail * memorial,* but sincere Legible, plain, dis
tinct. Not scorned in heaven, though little noticed
Memorial, something 75 When, playing with thy vesture's tissued to assist the memory.
flowers woven in the The violet,* the pink, and jessamine, *
dress. I prick'd them into paper with a pin
Violet and jessamine, (And thou wast happier than myself the while, small flowers which Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head, and of their sweet smell. vy ouldst softly speak, and stroke my head, and 48:25.20 on account
To constrain, to comThou, as a gallant bark from Albion's * coast pel, to force back.
Unbound spirit, free (The storms all weathered, and the ocean
from the earthly body. crossed)
Albion, the name by 90 Shoots into port at some well-favoured isle, which England was
known in olden times. Where spices breathe and brighter seasons smile,
Quiescent, quiet, in a There sits quiescent * on the floods, that show
state of repose. Her beauteous form reflected clear below, Airs impregnated, the
air was scented with While airs impregnated * with incense play
the fragrance of in95 Around her, farning light her streamers gay-- cense.
So thou, with sails how swift, hast reached the
Where tempests never beat nor billows roar, Consort, a companion, And thy loved consort * on the dangerous tide husband or wife,
Of life long since has anchored by thy side.
Always from port witbheld always distressed, Devious, wandering, Me howling blasts drive devious,* tempestout of the right way.
Sails ripped, seams opening wide, and com
pass lost, Thwarting, hinder- And day by day some current's thwarting * ing, defeating.
force Sets me more distant from a prosp'rous course. 105 Yet, oh ! the thought that thou art safe, and
That thought is joy, arrive what may to me. Deduce, to come from. My boast is not that I deduce * my birth
From loins enthroned, and rulers of the earth; Pretensions, claims. But higher far my proud pretensions * rise- 110
The son of parents passed into the skies.
And now, farewell ! Time unrevoked has run Wonted, usual. His wonted* course, yet what I wished is done. Contemplation, study, By contemplation's * help, not sought in vain, meditation.
I seem to have lived my childhood o'er again,- 115
To have renewed the joys that once were mine, Violating, injuring. Without the sin of violating * thine ;
And, while the wings of Fancy still are free, Mimic show, an imi- And I can view this mimic show * of thee, tation show, here Time has but half succeded in his theft I 20 meaning the picture,
Thyself removed, thy power to soothe me left.
In that delightful land which is washed by the Delaware flows 300 Delaware's * waters, miles from its source
Guarding in sylvan* shades the name of Penn* in the Catskill mountains to Delaware Bay. Sylvan, wooded. Stands on the banks of its beautiful stream Penn, the founder of a colony of English
the city he founded. Quakers in 1682 in There from the troubled sea had Evangeline Pennsylvania, U. S.
landed, an exile,* Exile, away from one's 'native country. Finding among the children of Penn a home
and a country.