Oh, for a soft and gentle wind! I heard a fair one cry; But give to me the snoring breeze, There's tempest in yon horned moon, Our heritage the sea. ALLAN CUNNINGHAM THE STATE OF MAN (From "Henry VIII”) Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness! Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate you: I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, I bear light shade for the leaves when laid From my wings are shaken the dews that waken When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, I wield the flail of the lashing hail, I sift the snow on the mountains below, In a cavern under, is fettered the thunder; Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion, Lured by the love of the genii that move Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills, Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream, And I all the while bask in heaven's blue smile, PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE MINSTREL BOY The minstrel boy to the war is gone, And his wild harp slung behind him. The minstrel fell! but the foeman's chain Could not bring his proud soul under; For he tore its chords asunder, Thy songs were made for the pure and free, They shall never sound in slavery!" THOMAS MOORE APRIL IN ENGLAND Oh, to be in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough now. And after April, when May follows, And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows! Blossoms and dewdrops at the bent spray's edge- The first fine careless rapture! And though the fields look rough with hoary dew, All will be gay when noontide wakes anew ROBERT BROWNING APPENDIX C (Original and Adapted Dramatizations) THE FLOWER QUEEN A nature play written, without assistance, by Mary Grider Rodes, a pupil in the sixth grade of the Training School, Western Kentucky State Normal School. CHARACTERS: ROSE, TULIP, VIOLET, NASTURTIUM, GOLDEnrod, other Flowers, and a CHILD. SCENE: A flower garden. Enter the CHILD where ROSE, VIOLET, etc. are disputing. She hesitates and looks at them. TULIP. Look! Look! NASTURTIUM. Why not let her decide? ALL. Yes! Yes! [They all look] ROSE. Do you all agree? If you do, say "Aye." ALL. Aye! Aye! Aye! ROSE. [Addressing the CHILD] There has been a dispute among us about who should be queen. I have always been queen, but some of the flowers rebel and want the Goldenrod for queen. CHILD. But why? ROSE. Because of her color, I suppose. GOLDENROD AND FOLLOWERS. No! No, there are other reasons. CHILD. I don't know what to do. Oh, I know! I will choose the flower I like best. ALL. Who? Who? CHILD. The tender little violet. ALL. No! No! |