2." The laverock in the morning she'll rise frae her nest,
And mount in the air with the dew on her breast;
And wi' the merry ploughman she'll whistle and sing,
And at night she'll return to her nest back again."

MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS.
1. My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here;
My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer;
Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe,
My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.

2. Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North,
The birthplace of valour, the country of worth;
Wherever I wander, wherever I rove,

The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.

3. Farewell to the mountains high covered with snow;
Farewell to the straths and green valleys below;
Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods;
Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods.

4. My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here;
My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer;
Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe,
My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go!

1 Kempenfelt, Richard, a famous English admiral (1720-1782). He was writing in

his cabin at the time of the accident.

[CHAP. XXVI.]

A maid whom there were none to praise
And very few to love;

2. A violet by a mossy stone

Half hidden from the eye!
Fair as a star, when only one
Is shining in the sky.

3. She lived unknown, and few could know
When Lucy ceased to be;

But she is in her grave, and, oh,
The difference to me!

LONDON AT SUNRISE.

Earth has not anything to show more fair;
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty :
This city now doth like a garment wear
The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,
Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie
Open unto the fields and to the sky,

All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Never did sun more beautifully steep,
In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill;
Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
The river glideth at his own sweet will :
Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;
And all that mighty heart is lying still.

SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE.
Born 1772-Died 1834.

THE ANCIENT MARINER.

1. And now the storm-blast came, and he
Was tyrannous and strong;

He struck with his o'ertaking wings,
And chased us south along.

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2. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe,

And forward bends his head;

The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast,
And southward aye we fled.

3. And now there came both mist and snow,
And it grew wondrous cold;

And ice, mast-high, came floating by,
As green as emerald.

4. And through the drifts, the snowy clifts
Did send a dismal sheen :

Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken-
The ice was all between.

5. The ice was here, the ice was there,

The ice was all around:

It cracked and growled, and roared and howled,
Like noises in a 'swound.

6. At length did cross an Albatross,1

Thorough the fog it came;

As if it had been a Christian soul,
We hailed it in God's name.

7. It ate the food it ne'er had eat,
And round and round it flew :

The ice did split with a thunder-fit ;
The helmsman steered us through.

8. And a good south wind sprang up behind;
The Albatross did follow,

And every day, for food or play,
Came to the Mariners' hollo!

9. In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud

It perched for 'vespers nine;

While all the night, through fog-smoke white,
Glimmered the white moonshine.

1 Albatross, a large web-footed sea-bird.

[swoon.

Levenings.