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California, a moun.
Cleft, a narrow rocky passage between mountains or hills.
Questing, searching, looking for,
In Californian * mountains
A hunter bold was he :
As any you should see.
Follow'd him everywhere,
The hunter's meal to share.
Fell by the hunter's skill, *
To help with right good-will.
Between two mountains steep,
Their questing * way they keep,
With hunger fierce and fell,
Right down the narrow dell.**
And ran with terror wild ;
Pursued the shrieking * child.
He knew one charge was all,
Came on with dreadful pace :
And met him face to face.
Against those frightful paws
Could stand no more than straws.
And look'd him in the face ;
Then came with slackening * pace.
Shrieking, screaming, crying out very loudly.
Pursuing, running after, Foe, the person or thing one is fighting with, an enemy.
Riflebutt, the wooden stock of a gun.
Amazed, astonished, surprised. Slackening, becoming slower and slower.
LORD BYRON (1788–1824) was born in London, and died at Missolonghi in Greece, whither he had gone to aid in the struggle for Grecian independence. He was one of the greatest English poets, but it is greatly to be regretted that he degraded his genius in his last poem. Chief poems: English Bards and Scotch Reviewers ; Childe Harold, one of the greatest poems of the century; The Prisoner of Chillon; Manfred; and Don Juan, Sire, father.
SINCE our country, our God-O my sire ! *
Demand that thy daughter expire ; Vow, a solemn pro Since thy triumph was bought by thy vow,* mise.
Strike the bosom that's bared for thee now!
Mourning, sorrowing for the dead.
And the voice of my mourning * is o'er,
And of this, O my father! be sure-
* Jephtha. one of the judges of Israel. Before going to ba
does of Israel Before going to battle with the Ammonites he swore that on his return, if he gained the victory, he would offer in sacrifice the first thing he met coming out of his house-it happened to be his own daughter.
Salem, Jerusalem, capital of Judea.
Though the virgins of Salem * lament,
Let my memory * still be thy pride, 20 - And forget not I smiled as I died !
Gush'd, to flow out
“HE NEVER SMILED AGAIN.”—Mrs. Hemans. FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS (1793-1835), a distinguished English poetess, was born at Liverpool, but spent her early life in Wales. Her best poem is the Forest Sanctuary, but her minor pieces are most popular, such as The Graves of a Household, The Voice of Spring, &c. She died at Dublin.
The bark * that held a prince went down, Bark, also spelt
barque, meaning a And what was England's glorious crown
Son, Prince William, To him that wept a son ?*
son of Henry I., 5 He lived, for life may long be borne
drowned in 1120, on Ere sorrow break its chain ; *
his return from Nor
mandy, a province in Why comes not death to those who mourn ?
Break its chain, be
fore death, comes and There stood proud forms * around his throne,
ends one's grief and
sufferings. The stately and the brave;
Proud forms, persons But which could fill the place of one
of high birth or title. That one beneath the wave ? Before him passed the young and fair
Reckless, not caring In pleasure's reckless * train,
for consequences. 15 But seas dashed o'er his son's bright hair :
Festal, in the midst
of mirth and joy, as He never smiled again!
at a feast.
Minstrel, a man who He sat where festal * bowls went round, sang verses, accomHe heard the minstrels * sing,
panying himself on
the harp. He saw the tourney's * victor crowned
Tourney's, tourna20 Amidst the knightly ring :*
ment, à mock fight,
in which knights A murmur of the restless deep
fought to show their Was blent * with every strain,*
skill in arms. A voice of winds that would not sleep :
Knightly ring, a com
pany of knights. He never smiled again!
Knighthood was the
highest distinction 25 Hearts in that time closed o’er the trace for those who followed Of vows once fondly poured ;
the profession of arms.
Blent, mingled or
Strain, sound, song,
Graves which true love had bathed with tears
Were left to Heaven's bright rain;
He* never smiled again !
He, Henry I., who died in 1135
THE FIRE OF DRIFT-WOOD.
Whose windows, looking o'er the bay,
An easy entrance, night and day.
Port, a harbour, a Not far away we saw the port, * -
Descending, filled the little room ; Quaint, odd.
Our faces faded from the sight, Gloom, partial dark. Our voices only broke the gloom.* ness,
We spake of many a vanished scene,
Of what we once had thought and said,
And who was changed, and who was dead;
Secret, unknown, hidden.
And all that fills the hearts of friends,
And never can be one again.
The first slight swerving of the heart,
That words are powerless to express,
Or say it in too great excess.
Had something strange, I could but mark;
A mournful rustling in the dark.
Glow, to shine with 45 O flames that glowed ! * O hearts that yearned !*
intense heat. They were indeed too much akin,*
Yearn, to feel an The drift-wood fire without that burned,
earnest desire. The thoughts that burned and glowed 'within Amin.. Oresemble
. closely, relationship.
THE HOMES OF ENGLAND.—Mrs. Hemans.
The stately * Homes of England,
Stately, very grand, How beautiful they stand!
noble in appearance. Amidst their tall ancestral trees,*
Ancestral trees, very O'er all the pleasant land !
old, planted by the
forefathers of the pre5 The deer across their greensward bound
quickly and with
Hearth, the fireside. What gladsome looks of household love
Ruddy light, the Meet in the ruddy light !*
bright red light of
the fire. There woman's voice flows forth in song,
Glorious page of old, Or childhood's tale is told ;
some story of olden
times in which great 15 Or lips move tunefully along
and noble deeds are Some glorious page of old.*