Colder and louder blew the wind, And the billows froth'd like yeast. Down came the storm, and smote amain She shudder'd and paused, like a frighted steed, 'Come hither! come hither! my little daughter, 'And do not tremble so ! 'For I can weather the roughest gale, He wrapp'd her warm in his seaman's coat He cut a rope from a broken spar, And bound her to the mast. 'O father! I hear the church-bells ring, 'O say, what may it be?' ''Tis a fog-bell on a rock-bound coast !'And he steer'd for the open sea. 'O father! I hear the sound of guns, 'O say, what may it be?' '-Some ship in distress that cannot live 'In such an angry sea!' 'O father! I see a gleaming light, 'O say what may it be?' But the father answer'd never a word, A frozen corpse was he. Lash'd to the helm, all stiff and stark, With his face to the skies, The lantern gleam'd through the gleaming snow On his fix'd and glassy eyes. 39 fog-bell, rung in thick weather to warn ships Then the maiden clasp'd her hands and pray'd And she thought of Christ, who still'd the waves And fast through the midnight dark and drear, And ever the fitful gusts between The breakers were right beneath her bows, And a whooping billow swept the crew She struck where the white and fleecy waves But the cruel rocks they gored her sides Her rattling shrouds all sheathed in ice, At day-break on the bleak sea-beach 60 reef, bank of half-covered rock 65 bows, forepart 73 shrouds, mast-ropes 75 stove, was broken in 61 fitful, rising and falling 70 carded, combed fine 74 went clean over the deck 78 aghast, horrified The salt sea was frozen on her breast, The salt tears in her eyes; And he saw her hair like the brown sea-weed On the billows fall and rise. H. W. Longfellow O LISTEN, listen, ladies gay! 'Moor, moor the barge, ye gallant crew, 'The blackening wave is edged with white; 'Last night the gifted Seer did view 'Tis not because Lord Lindesay's heir "Tis not because the ring they ride, 2 feat, deed 8 firth, strait 6 deign, be kind enough 10 inch, island 22 ring, a game in which riders drove through a ring O'er Roslin all that weary night A wondrous blaze was seen to gleam; 'Twas broader than the watch-fire's light, And redder than the bright moonbeam. It glared on Roslin's castled rock, It ruddied all the copse-wood glen ; Seem'd all on fire that chapel proud, Seem'd all on fire within, around, Blazed battlement and pinnet high, There are twenty of Roslin's barons bold And each Saint Clair was buried there With candle, with book, and with knell; But the sea-caves rung, and the wild winds sung The dirge of lovely Rosabelle. 36 panoply, complete coat of armour 38 sacristy, vestry: pale, space round altar 39 foliage-bound, carved with leaves 41 pinnet, pinnacle 50 with the old funeral service Sir W. Scott 40 mail, chain-armour 43 fate, death 52 dirge, funeral chant *16* GLENCOE 'O TELL me, Harper, wherefore flow Where none may list their melody? -'No, not to these, for they have rest :-- But those for whom I pour the lay, Not wild-wood deep, nor mountain gray, 'Their flag was furl'd, and mute their drum : In guise of hospitality. His blithest notes the piper plied, 3 see end 15 shrouds, hides 20 guise, look 8 screams in answer 17 mute, silent 11 erne, eagle 19 unwont, not accustomed 22 snood, hair-ribbon worn by girls 26 felon, base, treacherous 28 meed, reward |