We climbed on the graves, on the stones

worn with rains, Aisle, a passage in a And we gazed up the aisle* through the 75 church,

small leaded panes.

She sate by the pillar; we saw her clear : Hist'! hush, atten “ Margaret, hist!* come quick, we are here. tion, silence, listen. Dear heart,” I said, “we are long alone.

The sea grows stormy, the little ones moan."
But, ah, she gave me never a look,

80 Sealed, looking with For her eyes were sealed * to the holy book. a fixed and attentive "Loud prays the priest ; shut stands the door.”

Come away, children, call no more.
Come away, come down, call no more.

Down, down, down,

Down to the depths of the sea. Humming town, at a

She sits at her wheel in the humming town,* distance the noise of

Singing most joyfully. a town sounds like the humming of bees

Hark, what she sings : “Oh joy, oh joy, in a hive.

For the humming street, and the child with 90

its toy, For the priest, and the bell, and the holy well.

For the wheel where I spun,

And the blessed light of the sun.”
And so she sings her fill,

Singing most joyfully,
Shuttle, an instru- . Till the shuttle * falls from her hand,
ment used for shoot-

And the whizzing wheel stands still." ing the thread of the woof between the She steals to the window, and looks at the sand ; threads of the warp And over the sand at the sea ; in weaving.

And her eyes are set in a stare; 100 Anon, soon, quickly,

And anon * there breaks a sigh, immediately.

And anon there drops a tear,

From a sorrow-clouded eye, Sorrow-laden, full of

And a heart sorrow-laden, * sorrow, weighed down

A long, long sigh.. with sadness.

105 Mermaiden, maid of For the cold strange eyes of a little Mermaiden, * the sea, having the

And the gleam of her golden hair. upper part like a woman and the lower like a fish, and sup

Come away, away, children. posed to have long

Come, children, come down. golden hair,

The hoarse * wind blows colder ; Hoarse, harsh, disagreeable.

Lights shine in the town.

She will start from her slumber Gusts, sudden blasts

When gusts * shake the door ; of wind.

She will hear the winds howling,
Will hear the waves roar.




Whirl, to go round and round, to toss about in a confused manner.

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Faithless, false, not true to her promise.


We shall see, while above us
The waves roar and whirl,*
A ceiling of amber,
A pavement of pearl.
Singing, “Here came a mortal,
But faithless * was she.
And alone dwell for ever
The kings of the sea.”
But, children, at midnight,
When soft the winds blow;
When clear falls the moonlight :
When spring-tides * are low :
When sweet airs come seaward
From heaths starred with broom ; *
And high rocks throw mildly
On the blanched * sands a gloom : :
Up the still, glistening beaches,
Up the creeks * we will hie ; ?
Over banks of bright seaweed
The ebb-tide * leaves dry.
We will gaze, from the sand-hills,
At the white, sleeping town ; *
At the church on the hill-side-

And then come back down.
Singing, “ There dwells a loved one,
But cruel is she.
She left lonely for ever
The kings of the sea.”

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Spring-tides, those which rise' higher than ordinary tides, after new and full moon. Broom, a wild ever. green shrub, with leafless pointed twigs. Blanched, to make white. Creek, a small inlet of the sea. Hie, to hasten. Ebb-tide, the going back or retiring of the tide. Sleeping town, the inhabitants have retired to rest.


THE SKY-LARK.-Hogg. JAMES Hogg (1770-1835) was born in Ettrick Forest in Selkirkshire. He was a farmer and shepherd, and hence called the Ettrick Shepherd, but he was more successful as a poet. Chief work: The Queen's Wake, containing the beautiful fairy ballad Kilmeny; he also wrote songs and povels.

BIRD of the wilderness,
Blithesome and cumberless,*

Cumberless, free from
Sweet be thy matin * o'er moorland and lea ! *

Matin, morning song. Emblem * of happiness,

Lea, pasture land, a Blest is thy dwelling-place


Emblem, sign or
Oh to abide in the desert with thee !

figure, a token.
Wild is thy lay * and loud,

Lay, song.
Far in the downy cloud ;




Dewy wing, the lark builds its nest on the ground, and consequently when the dew falls at night it gets covered with it. Thy lay is in heaven, the lark soars high into the air, and there warbles forth its song. Fell, a rocky hill. Sheen, bright, beau


Love gives it energy, love gave it birth.

Where, on thy dewy wing, *

Where art thou journeying ?
Thy lay is in heaven,* thy love is on earth.

O’er fell * and fountain sheen, *

O’er moor and mountain green,
O'er the red streamer that heralds the day;

Over the cloudlet * dim,

Over the rainbow's rim,
Musical cherub,* soar, singing, away!

Then, when the gloaming * comes,

Low in the heather blooms
Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be!

Emblem of happiness,

Blest is thy dwelling-place-
Oh to abide in the desert with thee!


Cloudlet, a little cloud. Cherub, an angel. Gloaming, twilight, the evening.



The King was on his throne, Satraps, the chief

The Satraps * thronged the hall ; governors and nobles.

A thousand bright lamps shone

O’er that high festival.

A thousand cups of gold, In Judah, &c., these

In Judah * deemed divinevessels were set a part

Jehovah's vessels hold for the service of the Temple, and were,

The godless Heathen's wine. therefore, held most sacred.

In that same hour and hall,

The fingers of a hand
Came forth against the wall,

And wrote as if on sand :
The fingers of a man ;-

A solitary hand
Along the letters ran,

And traced them like a wand.

The monarch saw, and shook,

And bade no more rejoice ;
All bloodless waxed * his look,

And tremulous his voice.

Waxed, &c., he became pale with fear.

* Belshazzar was the last of the Babylonian kings. This poem is founded on the account given of the overthrow of Babylon in the Book of Daniel,

Men of lore, the
learned men of the
Expound, explain.
Mar, spoil.
Chaldea's seers, the
wise men of Babylon.

Lore, learning, know-
Sage, wise.

“Let the men of lore * appear,

The wisest of the earth,
And expound * the words of fear,

Which mar * our royal inirth.”
Chaldea's seers * are good,

But here they have no skill ;
And the unknown letters stood

Untold and awful still.
And Babel's men of age

Are wise and deep in lore ; *
But now they were not sage, *

They saw-but knew no more.
A captive * in the land,

A stranger and a youth,
He heard the King's command,

He saw that writing's truth.
The lamps around were bright,

The prophecy * in view ;
He read it on that night,

The morrow proved it true.
“ Belshazzar's grave is made,

His kingdom passed away,
He, in the balance weighed,

Is light and worthless clay.
The shroud * his robe of state,

His canopy * the stone : *
The Mede is at his gate !

The Persian * on his throne !”

A captive, the prophet Daniel, who had been carried captive into Babylon.

The prophecy, that which foretold what was about to happen.

Shroud the dress with which a dead body is covered. Canopy, the covering above a throne. The stone here means his tombstone. The Persian, Cyrus, king of the Medes and Persians.


On Linden, when the sun was low,
All bloodless lay th' untrodden snow;
And dark as winter was the flow

Of Iser, rolling rapidly.
But Linden showed another sight,
When the drum beat at dead of night,
Commanding fires of death * to light

The darkness of her scenery.*

Fires of death, the discharge of the artil. lery, which carried death and destruction among the troops. Scenery, the appearance of the country.

* Hohenlinden, or Linden Heights, is a small village in Bavaria, about six leagues from Munich. It is situated between the Iser and the Inn, tributaries of the Danube. The Austrians and Bavarians were defeated here by the French on the 3d December 1800.


Revelry, the bustle and din of battle. Then shook the hills, the surrounding country seemed to shake again with the dreadful noise made by the firing of the artillery. Riven, torn asunder ; here it refers to the ground being torn up with the cannon balls. Frank, the ancient name for the French, who in the 3d century overthrew the Roman dominion in Gaul, and settled



By torch and trumpet fast arrayed,
Each horseman drew his battle-blade ;
And furious every charger neighed,

To join the dreadful revelry.*
Then shook the hills* with thunder riven ;*
Then rushed the steed to battle driven ;
And, louder than the bolts of heaven,

Far flashed the red artillery.
But redder yet those fires shall glow
On Linden's hills of stained snow;
And bloodier yet shall be the flow

Of Iser, rolling rapidly.
'Tis morn—but scarce yon level sun
Can pierce the war-cloud rolling dun,
Where furious Frank * and fiery Hun *

Shout ’mid their sulphurous canopy.
The combat deepens : On, ye brave !
Who rush to glory or the grave!
Wave, Munich,* all thy banners wave,

And charge with all thy chivalry!
Few, few shall part where many meet !
The snow shall be their winding-sheet;
And every turf beneath their feet

Shall be a soldier's sepulchre ! *


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Huns, or, as they are
now called, Magyars,
are the inhabitants
of Hungary, and be-
long to the Mongol
race. They form the
chief portion of the
Austrian empire.
Munich, the capital
of Bavaria, on the
river Iser. It is a
very fine city, and in
its palace there is
one of the finest col-
lections of paintings
in Europe.
Sepulchre, a place of
burial, a tonib.




UNDER a spreading chestnut-tree Smithy, a black

The village smithy * stands; smith's shop.

The smith, a mighty * man is he, Mighty, full of strength.

With large and sinewy * hands; Sinewy, strong.

And the muscles * of his brawny * arms Muscles, the fleshy parts of the body by Are strong as iron bands. which it moves. Brawny, strong, full

His hair is crisp,* and black, and long; of muscle.

His face is like the tan ;* Crisp, curly. Tan, the bark of the His brow is wet with honest sweat; oak-tree, means here He earns whate'er he can, that his face was very

And looks the whole world in the face, brown,

For he owes not any man.
Week in, week out, from morn till night,

You can hear his bellows blow;


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