Sweet, sweet, sweet, O Pan! Piercing sweet by the river! Yet half a beast is the great god Pan, The true gods sigh for the cost and pain,- Elizabeth Barrett Browning: 1809-1861. (See page 137). THE MINSTREL'S SONG. OH sing unto my roundelay; Like a running river be! Gone to his death-bed. All under the willow tree! Black his hair as the winter night, Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow tree! Sweet his tongue as the throstle's note; Deft his tabor,2 cudgel stout, 1 The fable means that the poet must endure sorrow before he can be in complete sympathy with human life; that suffering is one part of his education. 2 deft his tabor-dexterous his handling of the tambourine in the dance. Oh, he lies by the willow tree. Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow tree! Hark! the raven flaps his wing Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow tree! See the white moon shines on high; Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow tree! Thomas Chatterton: 1752-1770. Chatterton was a native of Bristol, and of humble parentage. At the age of fifteen he made a great stir in the literary world by producing some remarkably clever imitations of ancient manuscripts which he affirmed to be original, wroten by ye gode prieste Thomas Rowley,' and discovered by himself in S. Mary's Church, Bristol. This imposition probably lost him the favour of many who would otherwise have welcomed him into the guild of literature. He came to London in 1770, and under the discouragements of ill-success and destitution, destroyed himself by poison in August of that year. NAPOLEON AND THE SAILOR. NAPOLEON'S banners at Boulogne 1 They suffer'd him-I know not how- His eye, methinks, pursued the flight A stormy midnight watch, he thought, To England nearer. At last, when care had banish'd sleep, Come shoreward floating; He hid it in a cave, and wrought Heaven help us! 'twas a thing beyond For ploughing in the salt sea-field, No sail,-no rudder. From neighbouring woods he interlaced But Frenchmen caught him on the beach, Till tidings of him chanced to reach 1 wattled-interlaced: (a redundancy). Argo-ship. Argo was the ship in which Jason went to Colchis in search of the golden fleece' (see also page 119). With folded arms Napoleon stood, Address'd the stranger : 'Rash man that wouldst yon channel pass 'I have no sweetheart,' said the lad; 'And so thou shalt,' Napoleon said, He gave the tar a piece of gold, Our sailor oft could scantly shift Thomas Campbell: 1777-1818. Campbell was a native of Glasgow, and was educated at the university of that city. His first important work was Pleasures of Hope (published in 1779), which immediately established its author's reputation in poetry, a reputation developed into fame by his numerous subsequent productions. Campbell's verse is generally musical and calm, and pure and refined in feeling. It approaches sublimity in some of his war-songs, and these are the most admired of his writings. IN SCHOOL-DAYS. STILL sits the school-house by the road- Long years ago a winter sun Shone over it at setting,- For near her stood the little boy Where pride and shame were mingled. Pushing with restless feet the snow As restlessly her tiny hands The blue-check'd apron finger'd. He saw her lift her eyes; he felt And heard the tremble of her voice, 1 sumachs-ornamental shrubs of the genus Rhus: sometimes called Buck's-horn ash. 2 frescoes-wall-paintings. |