Rowels, spurs.

Lord Marmion turned, -well was his need,
And dashed the rowels * in his steed,
Like arrow through the archway sprung-
The ponderous * gate behind him rung:
To pass there was such scanty room,
The bars, descending, razed * his plume !

Ponderous, heavy.

Razed, levelled.

THE CLOUD.-- Shelley.

PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY (1792–1822) was an English poet of great genius, and a man of very pure life and loving nature ; but it was not till after his death that he received the high place that he now holds among the poets. Chief works: The Cenci, and odes to The Cloud, and The Skylark.

I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,

From the seas and the streams;
I bear light shade for the leaves when laid

In their noon-day drearns ;
From my wings are shaken the dews that 5


The sweet buds every one, Mother's breast, the When rocked to rest on their mother's breast,* earth's surface, which is the parent of all

As she dances * about the sun. plants.

I wield the flail of the lashing * hail, Asshe dances, &c., the

And whiten the green plains under ; motion of the earth round the sun. And then again I dissolve * it in rain, Lashing, scourging.

And laugh as I pass in thunder. Dissolve, melt.

I sift the snow on the mountains below,

And their great pines groan aghast.;
And all the night 'tis my pillow white,

While I sleep in the arms of the blast. Sublime, imposing, Sublime * on the towers of my skyey bowers, very grand

Lightning, my pilot, sits ;
In a cavern under is fettered the thunder-

It struggles and howls by fits.
Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion,

This pilot is guiding me, Lured, attracted, en- Lured * by the love of the Genii * that move ticed. Genii, spirits, super- In the depths of the purple sea : natural beings. Over the rills * and the crags * and the hills, 25 Rill, a small murmur

Over the lakes and the plains, ing brook, a stream

Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream,
Crag, a rough, steep The spirit he loves remains;
Basi. to lie in the And I, all the while, bask * in heaven's blue

Whilst he is dissolving in rains.




The sanguine * sunrise, with his meteor* eyes, Sanguine, blood-red ;
And his burning plumes outspread,

it also means being

ardent, hopeful. Leaps on the back * of my sailing rack, *

Meteor, flashing. When the morning star * shines dead ; Leaps on the back,

rises above the back 35 As on the jag of a mountain crag,

of the clouds. Which an earthquake * rocks and swings, Rack, thin, broken An eagle, alit, one moment may sit,

clouds drifting across

the sky. In the light of its golden wings.

Morning-star, the And when sunset may breathe, from the lit planet Venus, when

it rises before the sun, sea beneath,

and shines in the Its ardours * of rest and love,

morning. And the crimson pall of eve may fall

Earthquake, a con

vulsion or shaking of From the depth of heaven above,

the earth. With wings folded I rest, on mine airy nest, Ardour, warmth of

passion or feeling; As still as a brooding dove.

eagerness. 45 That orbed * mnaiden, with white fire laden, Orbed, in the form of Whom mortals call the moon,

an orb or sphere;

Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor,

By the midnight breezes strewn;
And wherever the beat of her unseen feet,

Which only the angels hear,
May have broken the woof* of my tent's thin the woof, the cross

threads woven into roof,

and crossing the The stars peep behind her and peer;

warp, which extends And I laugh to see them whirl * and flee,


Whirl, to turn round Like a swarm of golden bees,

very rapidly.
When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent,

Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas,
Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high,
Are each paved with the moon and these.

I bind the sun's I bind the sun's throne * with a burning zone, Ehrone, &c., here an 60 And the moon's * with a girdle of pearl ; allusion is made to

the flame-like apThe volcanoes * are dim, and the stars reel and

pearance of sunswim,

tipped clouds. When the whirlwinds * my banner unfurl.*

And the moon's, &c.

By moonlight, the From cape to cape, with a bridge-like shape, edges of the clouds Over a torrent sea,

present a mellow,

pearl - like appear65 Sunbeam-proof, I hang like a roof:

ance, The mountains its columns be.

Volcano, a mountain The triumphal arch * through which I march

from which smoke,

fame, lava, &c., are With hurricane,* fire, and snow,

thrown, When the powers of the air are chained to my Whirlwind, a violent


Unfurl, unfold,
Is the million-coloured bow;

The triumphal arch,
The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove,

the rainbow.

Hurricane, a temWhile the moist earth was laughing below.




Daughter of earth and I am the daughter of earth and water,*
water, the vapour of
which the clouds are

me And the nursling * of the sky; formed is raised from I pass through the pores of the ocean and 75 the earth and the

shores ;
water by the heat of
the sun.

I change, but I cannot die.
Nursling, child. For after the rain, when with never a stain
Pavilion of heaven,
the sky; because it

: The pavilion of heaven * is bare,
appears to be spread And the winds and sunbeams with their con-
out over our heads

vex * gleams like a canopy or tent. Convex, circular, like Build up the blue dome of air, the outer surface of a I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, * ball or globe.

And out of the caverns of rain, Cenotaph, an empty tomb, or memorial Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from built to a person who

the tomb, is buried elsewhere.

I arise and unbuild it again.








Thrive, to succeed. LEARN to be wise, and practise how to thrive; *

That would I have you do: and not to spend Bauble, a trifle, a Your coin on every bauble * that you fancy, thing of very small Or every foolish brain * that humours you. Foolish brain, per- I would not have you to invade each place, son.

Nor thrust yourself on all societies,
Desert, being worthy Till men's affections, or your own desert, *
of reward.
Rank here means

Should worthily invite you to your rank.* one's own proper He that is so respectless * in his courses, position in society.

Oft sells his reputation * at cheap market. Respectless, wanting ih self-respect.

Nor would I you should melt away yourself Reputation, charac. In flashing bravery,* lest, while you affect * Flashing braveru. To make a blaze of gentry * to the world, being extrgvagant in A little puff of scorn extinguish it; dress, &c.

And you be left like an unsavoury snuff,
Affect, pretend.
Blaze of gentry, pre- Whose property is only to offend.
tending to be in a I'd have you sober, and contain yourself,
position superior to
that which one holds. Not that your sail be bigger than your boat;

But moderate your expenses now, at first,
As you may keep the same proportion still :
Nor stand so much on your gentility,
Which is an airy and mere borrowed thing,
From dead men's dust, and bones; and none

of yours,
Except you make, or hold it.



THE RÉVEILLÉ.* _Bret Harte.


) is a popular American writer, and author of some

humorous poems.

HARK ! I hear the tramp of thousands,

And of armed men the hum ;
Lo !* a nation's hosts have gathered

Lo, behold, look.
Round the quick alarming drum,-

Saying, “ Come,

Freemen, come?
Ere your heritage* be wasted,” said the quick Heritage, that which

one claims by right alarming drum.

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“Let me of my heart take counsel :

War is not of life the sum ;
Who shall stay and reap the harvest
When the autumn days shall come ?"

But the drum
Echoed, * " Come !

Echoed, to give back
Death shall reap the braver harvest,” said the a sound.

solemn-sounding drum.


“But when won the coming battle,

What of profit springs therefrom?
What if conquest,* subjugation,
Even greater ills become ?"

But the drum

Answered, “Come!
You must do the sum to prove it," said the

Yankee-answering drum.

Conquest, that which is obtained by force. Subjugation, to conquer, to bring under power.



“ What if, 'mid the cannons' thunder,
Whistling shot and bursting bomb,*

Bomb, a large hollow

ball or shell of iron When my brothers fall around me,

filled with gunpowShould my heart grow cold and numb?”* der, to be thrown But the drum

from a mortar, so as

to explode when it Answered, “Come!

falls. Better there in death united, than in life a Numb, deprived of

feeling. recreant,*-come!”

Recreant, coward.

* Réveillé, the beat of drum or sound of trumpet at daybreak (Fr. réveiller, to awake, to stir up).

Thus they answered, -hoping, fearing,

Some in faith, and doubting some,
Till a trumpet-voice proclaiming,
Said, “My chosen people, come !”

Then the drum,

Lo! was dumb,
For the great heart of the nation, throbbing,

answered, “ Lord, we come!”




The isles of Greece ! the isles of Greece! Sappho, a Greek lyric Where burning Sappho * loved and sung, poetess, who wrote

Where grew the arts of war and peace, about 610 B.O. Delos, the island

Where Delos * rose and Phobus sprung! where Apollo (Phe Eternal summer gilds them yet,bus) was born,

But all,* except their sun, is set. But all, &c., their power has departed; but the memory of The Scian * and the Teian * muse, their past greatness

The hero's harp, the lover's lute, still remains. Scian muse was

Have found the fame your shores refuse : 10
Homer, the first Their place of birth, alone, is mute
Grecian poet, B.C. 800.

To sounds that echo further west
Teian muse was
Anacreon, a cele. Than your sires' “ Islands of the blest." *
brated lyric poet, B.C.

The mountains look on Marathon,*
Islands of the blest,
supposed to be the

And Marathon looks on the sea ; Cape de Verde Islands And musing there an hour alone,

15 or the Canaries, off

I dreamed that Greece might still be free : the west coast of Africa.

For standing on the Persians' grave, Marathon, near

I could not deem myself a slave. Athens, the scene of a famous battle in which the Greeks de

A king sate on the rocky brow feated the Persians, Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis, * 20 B.C. 490.

And ships by thousands lay below,
Salamis, an islet of
Greece, off which the

And men in nations ;-all were his !
Greeks defeated the

He counted them at break of day,
Persians B.C. 480.

And when the sun set where were they?
And where are they ? and where art thou, 25

My country ? On thy voiceless shore
The heroic lay is tuneless now-

The heroic bosom beats no more!

* Greece, a mountainous country in the south of Europe. With the aid of England, France, and Russia, it threw off the Turkish yoke in 1829, and became an independent kingdom.

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