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“My, ear-rings ! my ear-rings ! he'll say they should
! have been Not of pearl and of silver, but of gold and glittering Glittering, sheen,*
Sheen, that 15 Of jasper* and of onyx* and of diamonds shining which clear,
brightly. Changing to the changing light, with radiance in
Jasper, a sincere
precious That changeful mind unchanging gems are not be
Onyx, a pre. fitting * well
cious stone, Thus will he think—and what to say, alas ! I cannot so called tell.
finger-nail. "He'll think when I to market went, I loitered * by Insincere,
trusted, deHe'll think a willing ear I lent to all the lads might ceitful. say ;
Befitting, He'll think some other lover's hand among my tresses
Loitered, lin noosed, *
gered, deFrom the ears where he had placed them, my rings layede
Tresses, curl of pearl unloosed ;
ing hair. He'll think when I was sporting so beside this marble Noose &
say I am a woman, and we are all the same; He'll say I loved when he was here to whisper of his
flameBut when he went to Tunis * my virgin troth had Tunis, a broken,
north of AfAnd thought no more of Muça, and cared not for his rica.
token. Myear-rings ! myear-rings ! Oluckless, * luckless well! Luckless,
without luck, 30 For what to say to Muça, alas ! I cannot tell.
unhappy, “I'll tell the truth to Muça, and I hope he will be
lieveThat I thought of him at morning, and thought of That musing * on my lover, when down the sun Musing,
When down, His ear-rings in my hand I held, by the fountain &c., at sun.
all alone; 35 And that my mind was o'er the sea, when from my &c., she loves
, hand they fell, And that deep his love* lies in my heart, as they lie
state in the
him at eve;
in the well !”
him from the tom of her heart.
THE FORSAKEN MERMAN.*- Árnold. MATTHEW ARNOLD (1822– ), son of the celebrated Dr. Arnold, occupies an eminent position. His poems include several dramas after the antique, and a series of lyrics and sonnets of an emotional kind. Among his works may be mentioned Empedocles on Etna and The Merope.
COME, dear children, let us away ;
Down and away below. Bay, a bay is a broad Now my brothers call from the bay ;* arm of the sea running for a short dis- Now the great winds shorewards blow; tance into the land, Now the salt tides * seawards flow;
5 Tides, the flow and
Now the wild white horses play, ebb of the sea. Champ, to make a Champ* and chafe * and toss in the spray.* snapping noise with
Children dear, let us away. the jaws in chewing.
This way, this way.
Call her once before you go, of water sprinkled or
1ο driven by the wind Call once yet, from the tops of the
In a voice that she will know :
“ Margaret! Margaret !”
15 Children's voices, wild with pain.
Surely she will come again.
“Mother dear, we cannot stay." Foam, to spit out The wild white horses foam * and fret. froth, to be in a rage. Margaret ! Margaret !
Come, dear children, come away down,
Call no more.
Then come down;
Come away, come away.
We heard the sweet bells over the bay?
* where we lay,
In the caverns places in the earth
Through the surf * and through the swell,
The far-off sound of a silver bell ? Surf, the foam made by the dashing of the Sand-strewn caverns, cool and deep, 35
Where the winds are all asleep;
* Merman, a man of the sea; a fabled marine animal having the upper part like & man and the lower like a fish.
formation it resem. bles mail-armour.
the centre of it.
Where the spent lights quiver * and gleam ;* Quiver, to tremble.
Gleam, to flash light.
Sway, to incline to Where the sea beasts * ranged all round
one side, to bend. 40 Feed in the ooze of their pasture-ground;
Sea beasts, animals Where the sea-snakes * coil and twine,
living in the sea.
Ooze, moisture, soft
Sea-snake, a fabulous
animal. Sail and sail, with unshut eye,
Mail, meaning the 45 Round the world for ever and aye ?
skin of the snake, so When did music come this way?
called, because in its Children dear, was it yesterday !
Brine, the sea, salt-
cret part of the sea;
pray Kinsfolk, relations. In the little grey church on the shore to-day. 'Twill be Easter-time in the world—ah me! And I lose my poor soul, Merman, here with
thee.” 60 I said, “Go up, dear heart, through the waves. Say thy prayer, and come back to the kind sea
Children dear, was it yesterday?
“The sea grows stormy, the little ones moan.
the bay. We went up the beach,* by the sandy down Beach, sea-shore. Where the sea-stocks bloom, to the white- Down, a hill.
Sea-stock, a flower, walled town. 70 Through the narrow paved streets, where all shore.
like an anemone, found near the sea *
distance the noise of a town sounds like
in g live.
We climbed on the graves, on the stones
worn with rains, Aisle, a passage in a And we gazed up the aisle * through the 75
small leaded panes.
She sate by the pillar; we saw her clear: Hist! hush, atten
Margaret, hist? come quick, we are here. tion, silence, listen.
Dear heart,” I said, “we are long alone.
The sea grows stormy, the little ones moan.”
80 Sealed, fixed with an For her eyes were sealed * to the holy book. attentive gaze.
“ Loud prays the priest ; shut stands the door.”
85 Down to the depths of the sea. Humming town, at a She sits at her wheel in the humming town, *
Singing most joyfully. the humming of bees
Hark, what she sings : “Oh joy, oh joy,
For the wheel where I spun,
And the blessed light of the sun."
Singing most joyfully,
And the whizzing wheel stands still.
the She steals to the window, and looks at the sand ; threads of the warp And over the sand at the sea ; in weaving. And her eyes are set in a stare;
100 Anon, soon, quickly,
And anon there breaks a sigh, immediately.
And anon there drops a tear,
From a sorrow-clouded eye, Sorrow-laden, full of
And a heart sorrow-laden,* sorrow, weighed down A long, long sigh.
105 Mermaiden, maid of For the cold strange eyes of a little Mermaiden,* the sea, having the
And the gleam of her golden hair. upper part like woman and the lower like a fish, and sup
Come away, away, children. posed to have long
Come, children, come down. golden hair.
The hoarse * wind blows colder; Hoarse, harsh, disagreeable.
Lights shine in the town.
She will start from her slumber
When gusts * shake the door ;
Whirl, to go round and round, to toss about in a confused manner.
Faithless, false, not true to her promise.
We shall see, while above us
And then come back down.
Spring - tides, those
THE SKY-LARK.—Hogg. JAMES HOGG (1770-1835) was born in Ettrick Forest in Selkirkshire. He was a farmer and a shepherd, and hence called the “ Ettrick Shepherd,” but he was more successful as a poet. Chief work: The Queen's Wake, containing the beautiful fairy ballad Kilmeny: he also wrote songs and novels.
BIRD of the wilderness,
Emblem * of happiness, 5 Blest is thy dwelling-place
Matin, morning song.
Lea, pasture land, a
Emblem, sign or
figure, á token.
Abide, to live.
Lay, & song.