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Bower, a shady enclosure or recess in a garden ; the homes appear, from the number of trees surrounding them, as if they were built in a bower.
Silvery brooks, the streams and brooks look like silver in the sunlight. Hamlet-fane, the village church. Glowing orchards, being bright with blossoms or fruit. Nook, a quiet little place. Lowly, the poor. Eaves, that part of the roof which juts beyond the walls. Hearts of native proof, brave, strong men, Hallowed, looked upon as being holy.
The blessed Homes of England !
How softly on their bowers *
That breathes fronı Sabbath hours ! 20.
Floats through their woods at morn;
Of breeze and leaf are born.
By thousands on her plains,
And round the hamlet-fanes. *
Each from its nook * of leaves;
As the bird beneath their eaves.*
Long, long, in hut and hall,
To guard each hallowed * wall !
And bright the flowery sod,
Its country and its God !
THE IVY GREEN.—Dickens. CHARLES DICKENS (1812-1870), a native of Landport, Portsmouth. In early life he was connected with the press as a parliamentary reporter. The Pickwick Papers early established his reputation as the greatest living humorist. He was admired by a universal circle of readers. Chief works: Nicholas Nickleby, Old Curiosity Shop, David Copperfield, Dombey and Son, Bleak House, &c. Dainty, being very On a dainty * plant is the Ivy * green, particular as to one's That creepeth o'er ruins old ! food,
n. On right choice food are his meals, I ween,* Ivy, an evergreen creeping plant.
In his cell so lone and cold. I ween, I believe.
The walls must be crumbled, the stones decay'd, 5 Whim, a fancy, a
To pleasure his dainty whim ;* sudden change of the And the mould’ring dust that years have made mind.
Is a merry meal for him.
Creeping where no life is seen, Rare, uncommon.
A rare * old plant is the Ivy green. 10
Fast he stealeth on, though he wears no wings,
To his friend, the huge Oak Tree!
And his leaves he gently waves,
A rare old plant is the Ivy green.'
And nations have scattered been;
Hale, healthy. }
Shall fatten on the past;
Creeping on where time has been,
LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER.–Campbell. THOMAS CAMPBELL (1777–1844) was a native of Glasgow, and rose to early fame by the publication of his Pleasures of Hope in 1799. Other poems: Gertrude of Wyoming, a tale of Pennsylvania ; Theodoric, a Swiss story; and a number of lyrics, which are, perhaps, the finest in the language.
A CHIEFTAIN,* to the Highlands * bound, Chieftain, the head
of a clan.
Highlands, the mourAnd I'll give thee a silver pound
tainous districts in To row us o'er the ferry.”.
the north and west of
Scotland. 5 “Now, who be ye would cross Lochgyle,* Ferry, a place where This dark and stormy water ?”
people are rowed
across a water. “Oh! I'm the chief of Ulva's isle,*
Lochgyle, a small arm And this, Lord Ullin's daughter.
of the sea which runs
off in a north-west “And fast before her father's men
direction from Loch
Ulvi's isle, a small
island on the west
coast of Mull. My blood would stain the heather.*
Glen, a narrow valley “ His horsemen hard behind us ride;
among the moun
tains. Should they our steps discover,
Heather, the heath, 15 Then who will cheer my bonny bride
a small evergreen
shrub. When they have slain her lover?”
Wight, a strong nimble person.
Winsome, winning, engaging.
Out spoke the hardy Highland wight : *
“ I'll go, my chief-I'm ready :
But for your winsome * lady :
In danger shall not tarry ;
I'll row you o'er the ferry.”
Water - wraith, the
Tempest, a storm.
By this the storm grew loud apace,
The water-wraith * was shrieking;
Grew dark as they were speaking.
And as the night grew drearer,
Their trampling sounded nearer.
“ Though tempests round us gather ;
But not an angry father.”
A stormy sea before her-
The tempest * gathered o'er her.
Of waters fast prevailing ;*
His wrath * was changed to wailing. *
His child he did discover :
And one was round her lover,
50 And I'll, forgive your Highland chief;
My daughter!-oh! my daughter!”
Return or aid preventing ;
55 And he was left lamenting.*
Prevailing, gaining the advantage. Wrath, anger. Wailing, weeping. Dismayed, terrified.
Lamenting, mourn. ing loudly.
TO A FIELD MOUSE.—Burns. ROBERT BURNS (1759-1796), the great lyric poet of Scotland, was the son of a small farmer in Ayrshire. He owed little or nothing to education, and, in his genius, followed the impulse of nature alone. Chief poems: Hallowe'en, The Cottar's Saturday Night, Tam o'shanter, and a magnificent collection of songs.
WEE,* sleekit,* cow'rin',* tim'rous beastie, * Wee, very little.
Sleekit, sleek, smooth.
Cow'rin', crouching Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
with fear. Wi' bickering brattle ! *
Beastie, little beast.
Bickering battle, rac5 I wad be laith * to rin and chase thee
ing backwards and Wi? murdoring pattle !*
Laith, unwilling. I'm truly sorry man's dominion
Pattle, the stick used
for clearing away the Has broken Nature's social union,
clodsfrom the plough, And justifies that ill opinion IO
Which makes thee startle
And fellow-mortal !
What then ? poor beastie, thou maun live! 15 A daimen icker * in a thrave
A daimen icker, &c., 'S a sma' request :
an ear of corn now
and then from the I'll get a blessin' wi' the lave, *
bundle. And never miss't!
Snell, biting. 25 Thou saw the fields laid bare and waste,
And weary winter coming fast;
Cell, nest. .
left in the ground
after reaping. Now thou's turn'd out for a' thy trouble
But house, &c., withBut house or hald,*
out a dwelling place. 35 To thole * the winter's sleety dribble
Cranreuch, hoarAnd cranreuch * cauld !
cole, bear"8 place.
Thy lane, alone.
But, Mousie, thou art no thy lane *
Gang aft a-gley,*
For promised joy.
On prospects drear !
I guess and fear.
THE PET LAMB.-Jordsworth. Dew, the moisture THE dew* was falling fast, the stars began to which falls upon the earth from the air,
I heard a voice ; it said “Drink, pretty creature, chiefly at night,
drink!” Espied, saw. And looking o'er the hedge, before me I espied *
A snow-white mountain lamb, with a maiden at
its side. Kine, cows. Nor sheep, nor kine * were near; the lamb was
all alone Tether'd, fastened. And by a slender cord was tether'd * to a stone;
With one knee on the grass did the little maiden
10 “Drink, pretty creature, drink !” she said in
such a tone
beauty rare !