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Lord Marmion turned, -well was his need,
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;
In their noon-day drearns ;
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.;
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 ;
It struggles and howls by fits.
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,
The sanguine * sunrise, with his meteor* eyes, Sanguine, blood-red ;
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;
By the midnight breezes strewn;
Which only the angels hear,
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,
Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas,
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
The triumphal arch,
Hurricane, a temWhile the moist earth was laughing below.
Daughter of earth and I am the daughter of earth and water,*
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
I change, but I cannot die.
: The pavilion of heaven * is bare,
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.
ADVICE TO A YOUTH.-Jonson.
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,
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,
But moderate your expenses now, at first,
THE RÉVEILLÉ.* _Bret Harte.
BRET HARTE (1835
) is a popular American writer, and author of some
HARK ! I hear the tramp of thousands,
And of armed men the hum ;
Lo, behold, look.
Saying, “ Come,
one claims by right alarming drum.
“Let me of my heart take counsel :
War is not of life the sum ;
But the drum
Echoed, to give back
“But when won the coming battle,
What of profit springs therefrom?
But the drum
Conquest, that which is obtained by force. Subjugation, to conquer, to bring under power.
“ What if, 'mid the cannons' thunder,
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
* 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,
Then the drum,
Lo! was dumb,
answered, “ Lord, we come!”
THE ISLES OF GREECE.* — Byron.
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
To sounds that echo further west
The mountains look on Marathon,*
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,
And men in nations ;-all were his !
He counted them at break of day,
And when the sun set where were they?
My country ? On thy voiceless shore
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.