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Daughter of earth and water, the vapour of which the clouds are
formed is raised from
the earth and the water by the heat of the sun.
Nursling, child. Pavilion of heaven, the sky; because it appears to be spread
out over our heads like a canopy or tent. Convex, curved like
the outer surface of
a ball or globe. Cenotaph, an empty tomb, or memorial built to a person who is buried elsewhere.
I am the daughter of earth and water,*
pass through the pores of the ocean and 75 shores;
I change, but I cannot die.
For after the rain, when with never a stain
And the winds and sunbeams with their con
vex * gleams
Build up the blue dome of air,
Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from
I arise and unbuild it again.
Thrive, to succeed.
ADVICE TO A YOUTH.-Jonson.
a trifle, a thing of very small value.
Foolish brain, a silly
LEARN to be wise, and practise how to thrive; *
THE RÉVEILLÉ.*—Bret Harte.
BRET HARTE (1835- ) is a popular American writer, and author of some humorous poems.
Lo, behold, look.
Ere your heritage* be wasted," said the quick Heritage, that which
"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
one claims by right of birth.
Echoed, to give back
Death shall reap the braver harvest," said the a sound.
"But when won the coming battle,
But the drum
You must do the sum to prove it," said the
"What if, 'mid the cannons' thunder,
When my brothers fall around me,
Better there in death united, than in life a
Conquest, that which is obtained by force. Subjugation, to conquer, to bring under power.
Bomb, a large hollow
* Réveillé, the beat of drum or sound of trumpet at daybreak (Fr. réveiller, to awake, to stir up).
Thus they answered,-hoping, fearing,
Lo! was dumb,
For the great heart of the nation, throbbing, 35 answered, "Lord, we come!"
THE WRECK OF THE HESPERUS.-Longfellow.
It was the schooner * Hesperus,
That sailed the wintry sea;
And the skipper * had taken his little daughter
Blue were her eyes as the fairy flax,
Her cheeks like the dawn of day,
And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds
The skipper, he stood beside the helm,
His pipe was in his mouth;
And he watched how the veering * flaw * did blow
"Last night the moon had a golden ring,*
And to-night no moon we see !"
And the skipper, he blew a whiff from his pipe,
Colder and colder blew the wind,
And the billows frothed like yeast.
Down came the storm, and smote amain
She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed,
Then leaped her cable's * length.
Cable, a thick strong rope (240 yards long), used
"Come hither! come hither! my little daughter, to hold ships at
And do not tremble so ;
For I can weather * the roughest gale,
He wrapped her warm in his seaman's coat,
Against the stinging blast;
35 He cut a rope from a broken spar,*
And bound her to the mast.
"O father! I hear the church bells ring;
""Tis a fog-bell on a rockbound coast."
"O father! I hear the sound of guns;
"Some ship in distress, that cannot live
"O father! I see a gleaming light;
Oh say, what may it be?
But the father answered never a word
A frozen corpse was he.
Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark,
The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow
Then the maiden clasped her hands, and prayed
55 And she thought of Him who stilled the waves
On the lake of Galilee.
And fast, through the midnight dark and dear,
Through the whistling sleet and snow,
Like a sheeted ghost, the vessel swept
Towards the reef of Norman's Woe.
And ever, the fitful gusts between,
anchor, or to tow vessels in large rivers.
Spar, a small beam.
Reef, ridge of rocks in the sea, near the surface.
Aisle, a passage in a church.
Hist! hush, attention, silence, listen.
And we gazed up the aisle* through the 75 small leaded panes.
She sate by the pillar; we saw her clear:
Sealed, fixed with an For her eyes were sealed* to the holy book.
Humming town, at a distance the noise of a town sounds like the humming of bees in a hive.
Shuttle, an instrument used for shoot
"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.
She sits at her wheel in the humming town,*
Hark, what she sings: “Oh joy, oh joy,
For the humming street, and the child with 90
For the priest, and the bell, and the holy well.
And the blessed light of the sun."
And so she sings her fill,
Singing most joyfully,
Till the shuttle* falls from her hand,
And the whizzing wheel stands still.
woof between the She steals to the window, and looks at the sand;
ing the thread of the
threads of the warp
Anon, soon, quickly, immediately.
Sorrow-laden, full of sorrow, weighed down with sadness. Mermaiden, maid of the sea, having the upper part like a woman and the lower like a fish, and supposed to have long golden hair.
Hoarse, harsh, disagreeable.
Gusts, sudden blasts of wind.
And over the sand at the sea;
And her eyes are set in a stare;
And anon there drops a tear,
A long, long sigh.
For the cold strange eyes of a little Mermaiden,
And the gleam of her golden hair.
Come away, away, children.
She will start from her slumber