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JOSEPH ADDISON (1672–1719) was born in Wiltshire. He was one of the most elegant of our prose-writers, and gained a high reputation by his poems. He became Secretary of State in 1717. Chief works: The Campaign, a poem celebrating Marlborough's victory of Blenheim (1704); essays to the Tatler, Spectator, and Guardian, on which his fame chiefly rests; and Cato, a tragedy written in 1713.

How are Thy servants blest, O Lord !

How sure is their defence !
Eternal wisdom is their guide,

Their help Omnipotence.

Realms, kingdoms, Remote, far away, distant.

Tainted, corrupt, poisonous,

Hoary Alpine hills,
the snow-capped hills
of Switzerland,
Tyrrhene seas, the
ancient name for the
sea on the west coast
of Italy.
A frighted, fright-
ened,

Confusion, not knowing what to do.

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Pilot, one who conducts vessels in and out of harbour, or along a dangerous coast.

In foreign realms* and lands remote,*

Supported by Thy care,
Through burning climes I passed unhurt,

And breathed in tainted * air.
Thy mercy sweetened every soul,

Made every region please ;
The hoary Alpine hills * it warmed

And smoothed the Tyrrhene seas. *
Think, O my soul, devoutly think,

How with affrighted * eyes,
Thou saw'st the wide extended deep,

In all its horrors rise.
Confusion * dwelt on every face,

And fear on every heart;
When waves on waves, and gulfs on gulfs,
O’ercame the pilot's * art.

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Yet then from all my griefs, O Lord !

Thy mercy set me free ;
Whilst in the confidence of prayer,

My soul took hold on Thee.
For though in dreadful whirls we hung

High on the broken wave,
I knew Thou wert not slow to hear,

Nor impotent * to save.
The storm was laid,* the winds retired,
Obedient to Thy will ;

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The sea that roared at Thy command,

At Thy command was still.
In midst of dangers, fears, and death,

Thy goodness I'll adore;'
And praise Thee for Thy mercies past,

And humbly hope for more.
My life, if Thou preserv'st my life,

Thy sacrifice * shall be ;
And death, if death must be my doom,

Shall join my soul to Thee.

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Impotent, unable, powerless,

Laid, stilled.

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Sacrifice, offering to
God.

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THE INCHCAPE ROCK.*—Southey.
ROBERT SOUTHEY (1774-1843), an eminent English poet, was born at Bristol.
He became one of the foremost writers of an age famous for its literary men.
He was associated with Wordsworth and Coleridge in the “Lake School” of
poetry. Chief poems: Thalaba, an Eastern Tale; Madoc; and The Curse of
Kehama.

No stir in the air, no stir in the sea,
The ship was as still as she could be ;
Her sails from heaven received no motion,
Her keel * was steady in the ocean.

Keel, the bottom of a

ship.
Without either sign or sound of their shock,
The waves flowed over the Inchcape Rock;
So little they rose, so little they fell,
They did not move the Inchcape Bell.
The good old Abbot * of Aberbrothok

Abbot, head of an

abbey.
Had placed that bell on the Inchcape Rock ;
On a buoy in the storm it floated and swung,
And over the waves its warning rung.
When the rock was hid by the surge's * swell,

Surge, the swell of

the sea. The mariners * heard the warning bell ;

Mariner, a seaman 15 And then they knew the perilous * rock,

or sailor. And blest the Abbot of Aberbrothok.

Perilous, very dan

gerous, unsafe.
The sun in heaven was shining gay,
All things were joyful on that day ;

The sea-birds scream'd as they wheel'd around, 20 And there was joyance * in the sound.

Joyance, joyfulness,

gladness.
The buoy of the Inchcape Bell was seen,
A darker speck on the ocean green ;
Sir Ralph the Rover walk'd his deck,*

Deck, the floor or cov

ering of a ship.
And he fix’d his eye on the darker speck.
25 He felt the cheering power of spring,

It made him whistle, it made him sing;
His heart was mirthful to excess,
But the Rover's * mirth was wickedness. Rover, a robber or

pirate, a wanderer.
His eye was on the Inchcape float ;
Quoth * he, “ My men, put out the boat, Quoth, said,
And row me to the Inchcape Rock,

Plague, to tease or
And I'll plague * the priest of Aberbrothok.”

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annoy, to vex.

* The Inchcape, or Bell Rock, is fourteen miles east of the entrance to the Firth of Tay, and is the site of a celebrated lighthouse.

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loat.

Gurgling, making an irregular sound, as water does when flowing from a bottle,

Scour, to travel from
place to place with-
out any set purpose,
as a pirate.
Steers, directs.
Shore, the land wash-
ed by the sea.
Haze, a mist or fog.

Gale, a strong stormy wind.

The boat is lower'd, the boatmen row,
And to the Inchcape Rock they go ;
Sir Ralph bent over from the boat,
And he cut the bell from the Inchcape float.
Down sank the bell with a gurgling * sound,
The bubbles rose and burst around;
Quoth Sir Ralph, “The next who comes to the

rock
Won't bless the Abbot of Aberbrothok.” 40
Sir Ralph the Rover sail'd away,
He scour'd * the seas for many a day ;
And now, grown rich by plunderd store,
He steers * his course for Scotland's shore.*
So thick a haze * o'erspreads the sky 45
They cannot see the sun on high ;
The wind hath blown a gale * all day,
At evening it hath died away.
On the deck the Rover takes his stand,
So dark it is they see no land.
Quoth Sir Ralph, “It will be lighter soon,
For there is the dawn * of the rising moon.”
“Can'st hear," said one, “ the breakers * roar ?
For methinks we should be near the shore ;
Now where we are I cannot tell ;
But I wish I could hear the Inchcape Bell."
They hear no sound, the swell * is strong;
Though the wind hath fallen, they drift * along,
Till the vessel strikes with a shivering shock: .
Cried they, “It is the Inchcape Rock !”
Sir Ralph the Rover tore his hair,
He cursed himself in his despair ; *
The waves rush in on every side,
The ship is sinking beneath the tide.
But even in his dying fear

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One dreadful sound could the Rover hear,
A sound as if with the Inchcape Bell,
The fiends below were ringing his knell.*

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Dawn, the light given before the moon itself appears. Breakers, waves dashing against the rocks and breaking into spray and foam.

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Swell, waves following one another in some general direction. Drift, the force of the waves driving the ship onward.

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LUCY GRAY.— Wordsworth.

WILLIAM WORDSWORTH (1770-1850), a great English poet, was born at Cockermouth in Cumberland. He was educated at Cambridge. On the death of Southey in 1843, he was made Poet-Laureate. Chief poems : The Excursion, Lyrical Ballads, White Doe of Rylstone, and a very fine collection of Sonnets.

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