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Woe, misery, sorrow.
Wholly, all, entirely.
Teach me to feel another's woe, *
To hide the fault I see :
That mercy show to me.
Since quickened by Thy breath ;
Through this day's life or death;
All else beneath the sun,
And let Thy will be done.
Whose altar, earth, sea, skies ;
All nature's incense * rise !
Chorus, a song of joy
prayer. Incense is a sweet spice which is burned in religious rites.
The Hon. WILLIAM ROBERT SPENCER (1770-1834). His poems, though written in a simple and unaffected style, are marked by deep and genuine pathos.
THE spearman heard the bugle sound,
And cheerly smiled the morn ; Brach (brăk), a female hound.
And many a brach * and many a hound Llewellyn, the last Attend Llewellyn's * horn : independent prince of Wales. And still he blew a louder blast,*
5 Blast, the sound made by blowing a
And gave a louder cheer; horn,
Come, Gelert! why art thou the last
Llewellyn's horn to hear ?
“Oh, where does faithful Gelert roam ?. The flower, the best.
The flower * of all his race :
A lion in the chase.”
In sooth,* he was a peerless * hound,
The gift of royal John :
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And all the chase rode on.
That day Llewellyn little loved
Hart, a male deer,
Booty, the For Gelert was not there. 20
taken in the chase. Unpleased Llewellyn homeward hied ; * Hied, made haste
home. When near the portal-seat
Portal-seat, a seat in His truant Gelert he espied,
the porch or entrance Bounding his lord to greet.*
of the castle.
Greet, to welcome, 25 But when he gained the castle-door, Aghast * the chieftain stood ;
A ghast, horror-struck The hound was smeared with gouts * of gore ;
# at the dreadful sight.
Gouts, thick lumps His lips and fangs * ran blood.
or spots of blood.
Gore, clotted blood. Llewellyn gazed with wild surprise,
Fangs, very sharp
Unused such looks to meet ;
Crouch, to lie close
down, to cringe. Onward in haste Llewellyn passed,
And on went Gelert too ;
Fresh blood-gouts shocked his view.
Covert, the covering
of the bed. And all around the walls and ground 40 With recent * blood besprent.*
Recent, new, fresh.
He searched with terror wild;
But nowhere found his child, 45 “Monster! by thee my child's devoured!”. Devoured, eaten as by The frantic* father cried ;
a beast of prey. And to the hilt* his vengeful sword
Frantic, mad, furiHe plunged in Gelert's side.
Hilt, the handle of a
sword. His suppliant,* as to earth he fell,
Suppliant, one who 50 No pity could impart;
prays humbly. But still his Gelert's dying yell, *
Yell, a dreadful loud
Nigh, close by, near. 55 What words the parent's joy can tell To hear his infant cry !
RALPH WALDO EMERSON (1803-1882) is a distinguished essayist and journalist, and was born at Boston, U.S. In style and manner he greatly resembles Carlyle. This poem is taken from his essays on Society and Solitude.
MEN have done brave deeds, Bard, a poet and And bards * have sung them well : singer of the ancient
I of good George Nidiver
Now the tale will tell.
California, a moun. tainous country of North America, on the Pacific coast. Keen, sharp or quick. Aim, to point or level a gun at some particular object. Indian, name given to the ancient inhabitants of America. Eager, having an earnest desire, being anxious,
Cleft, a narrow rocky passage between mountains or hills.
Questing, searching, looking for.
Fell, cruel, wicked.
And when the bird or deer
Fell by the hunter's skill, *
To help with right good-will.
Between two mountains steep,
Their questing * way they keep,
With hunger fierce and fell,
Right down the narrow dell.*
And ran with terror wild ;
Pursued the shrieking * child.
He sent his only ball.
Came on with dreadful pace :
And met him face to face.
Against those frightful paws,
Could stand no more than straws.
And look'd him in the face ;
Then came with slackening * pace.
Shrieking, screaming, crying out very loudly.
Rifle butt, the wooden stock of a gun.
JEPHTHA'S DAUGHTER.* _Byron. LORD BYRON (1788–1824) was born in London, and died at Missolonghi in Greece, whither he had gone to aid in the struggle for Grecian independence, He was one of the greatest English poets, but it is much to be regretted that he degraded his genius in his last poem. Chief poems: English Bards and Scotch Reviewers ; Childe Harold, one of the greatest poems of the century; The Prisoner of Chillon; Manfred ; and Don Juan. Sire, father.
SINCE our country, our God-O my sire ! *
Demand that thy daughter expire ; Vow, a solemn pro- Since thy triumph was bought by thy vow,* mise.
Strike the bosom that's bared for thee now!
And the voice of my mourning * is o’er, 5
Mourning, sorrowing for the dead.
Ere, before. Soothes, comforts.
* Jephtha, one of the judges of Israel. Before going to battle with the Ammonites he swore that on his return, if he gained the victory, he would offer in sacrifice the first thing he met coming out of his house—it happened to be his own daughter.