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Dyke, a ditch containing stagnant water. Pike, a fresh-water fish, with a pointed snout. Snipe, a bird which frequents marshy places, so called from the length of its bill. Curlew, a wading bird with long legs and short tail.
Sweep the golden reed-beds;
Crisp the lazy dyke, *
Every plunging pike. *
Fill the marsh with snipe ;'
Lonely curlew * pipe. Through the black fir-forest
Thunder harsh and dry, Shattering down the snowflakes
Off the curdled sky. Hark! The brave North-easter !
Breast-high lies the scent, On by holt * and headland, *
Over heath * and bent.* Chime, ye dappled * darlings,
Through the sleet and snow'.
Let the horses go!
Down the roaring blast:
Ere an hour be past. Go ! and rest to-morrow,
Hunting in your dreams,
O'er the frozen streams.
Breathe in lovers' sighs,
Bask * in ladies' eyes. What does he but soften
Heart alike and pen? 'Tis the hard grey winter
Breeds hard Englishmen. * What's the soft South-wester ? *
'Tis the ladies' breeze, Bringing home their true loves
Out of all the seas :
Holt, a wood. Headland, a point of land running out into the sea, Heath, a barren open country. Bent, a place which is winding or crooked. Dappled, marked with spots. Dappled darlings, the hounds.
Luscious, delightful, very sweet indeed. Gallant, a man of fashion." Bask, to lie in the sunshine. Hard Englishmen. Intemperate climates like ours, the people are, generally, far more active and hardy than the inhabitants of hot countries. South-wester, southwest wind.
Hurlel, to be driven forward very rapidly. Hearts of oak, our ships, so called because built of oak.
But the black North-easter,
Through the snowstorm hurled,*
Seaward round the world.
II eralded, intro duced, or brought in.
Come, as came our fathers,
Heralded * by thee,
Lords by land and sea.
Stir the Vikings' * blood;
Blow, thou wind of God !
Vikings, ancient seakings of Norway and the countries around the Baltic Sea.
ZARA'S EAR-RINGS.- Lockhart. JOHN GIBSON LOCKHART (1794-1854) was born in Lanarkshire, and married the eldest daughter of Sir Walter Scott in 1820. In early life he wrote several tales and biographies and published his translations of the Spanish Ballads. He also wrote the Lives of Burns, Napoleon, and Theodore Hook. His Life of Scott is one of the finest biographies we possess.
“My ear-rings ! my ear-rings ! they've dropped
into the well,
And what to say to Muça, I cannot, cannot tell.” Granada, a city in 'Twas thus Granada's * fountain by, spoke the south of Spain
Albuharez' daughter,formerly in the possession of the “ The well is deep, far down they lie, beneath Moors.
the cold blue water-
in silver set, in the mother-ofpearl oyster. That when my Moor* was far away, I ne'er Moor, a native of should him forget, Marocco, a country N.W. of Africa.
That I ne'er to other tongue should list, nor Smile, &c., she smile* on other's tale, should not heed
But remember he my lips had kissed, pure as 10 the avowals of love made by others those ear-rings palewhen Muça was When he comes back, and hears that I have away.
dropped them in the well,
showy. Sheen, that which shines, brightly. Jasper, a precious stone. Onyx, a precious stone, so called from its likeness to the finger-nail.
not to be trusted, deceitful. Befitting,
“My ear-rings ! my ear-rings ! he'll say they should
have been Not of pearl and of silver, but of gold and glittering * Glittering,
fitting * well-
the way ;
Loitered, to noosed, *
linger, to deFrom the ears where he had placed them, my rings lay. of pearl unloosed ;
ing hair. He'll think when I was sporting so beside this marble Noose, a well,
north of AfAnd thought no more of Muça, and cared not for his rica.
token. My ear-rings ! my ear-rings ! O luckless, luckless* well! Luckless, 30 For what to say to Muça, alas ! I cannot tell. It
unhappy, “I'll tell the truth to Muça, and I hope he will be
him at eve;
was gone, *
alla lone; 35 And that my mind was o'er the sea, when from my Deephisto
hand they fell,
in the well !”
state to the
thinking. When down, &c., at sun.
&c., she loves
THE FORSAKEN MERMAN.*— Arnold. MATTHEW ARNOLD (1822– ), son of the celebrated Dr. Arnold, occupies an eminent position. His poems include several dramas after the antique, and a series of lyrics and sonnets of an emotional kind. Among his works may be mentioned Empedocles on Etna and The Merope.
COME, dear children, let us away ;
Down and away below. Bay, a bay is a broad Now my brothers call from the bay ; * arm of the sea run
Now the great winds shorewards blow; ning for a short distance into the land. Now the salt tides * seawards flow; Tides, the flow and
Now the wild white horses play, ebb of the sea.
Champ * and chafe * and toss in the spray.* Champ, to make a snapping noise with Children dear, let us away. the jaws in chewing Chafe, to rage or fret.
This way, this way. Spray, small particles
Call her once before you go, of water sprinkled or driven by the wind
Call once yet. . from the tops of the
In a voice that she will know : waves.
Surely she will come again.
This way, this way.
“ Mother dear, we cannot stay."
Margaret ! Margaret!
Call no more.
Then come down,
Come away, come away.
We heard the sweet bells over the bay ?
In the caverns* where we lay, places in the earth
Through the surf* and through the swell, or sea. Surf, the foam made
The far-off sound of a silver bell ? by the dashing of the Sand-strewn caverns, cool and deep, waves.
Where the winds are all asleep;
* Merman, a man of the sea; a fabled marine animal having the upper part like a man and the lower like a fish.
Where the spent lights quiver* and gleam ;* Quiver, to tremble.
Sways, to incline to
one side, to bend. 40 Feed in the ooze * of their pasture-ground; Sea beasts, animals Where the sea-snakes * coil and twine,
living in the sea.
Ooze, moisture, soft-
Sea-snake, a fabulous
animal. Sail and sail, with unshut eye,
Mail, meaning the 45 Round the world for ever and aye?
skin of the snake, so When did music come this way?
called, because in its
formation it resem. Children dear, was it yesterday?
Brine, the sea, salt-
And the youngest sate on her knee.
When down swung the sound of the far-off bell. 55 She sighed, she looked up through the clear
green sea, . She said, “I must go, for my kinsfolk * pray Kinsfolk, relations, In the little grey church on the shore to-day. 'Twill be Easter-time in the world-ah me! And I lose my poor soul, Merman, here with
thee." 60 I said, “Go up, dear heart, through the waves. Say thy prayer, and come back to the kind seacaves."
[the bay. She smiled, she went up through the surf in
Children dear, was it yesterday ?
Long prayers,” I said, “in the world they say.
like an anemone,
found near the sea70 Through the narrow paved streets, where all shore.