[ther going!* O hark, O hear, how thin and clear, and thinner, clearer, far * 'Blow the horns of Elfland.' The construction is changed. The splendour falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, O hark, O hear, how thin and clear, O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river: And grow for ever and for ever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, EXAMPLE FOR PRACTICE. Arm, arm, arm, arm! the scouts are all come in; They meet, they meet, and now the battle comes: See how the arrows fly, Hark how the trumpets sound, Hark how the hills rebound, Tara, tara, tara, tara, tara! Hark how the horses charge! in, boys, boys, in! Oh, how they die! Room for the valiant Memnon, armed with thunder! To the rocks, to the floods, They fly for succour. Follow, follow, follow! Brave Diocles is dead, And all his soldiers fled; The battle's won, and lost, That many a life hath cost.-Beaumont and Fletcher. SKELETON FORM-SUBJECT IN ITALICS. Many suns have risen since thou, May, wert born. thee, may forget gifts. Bards, who hailed There are who rejoice. should praise thee when a thousand years are told. beavens feel thy presence. tear, cheeks have kindled. Wanderers have smiled. 'Another year is ours.' The earth partakes a cheer, eyes let fall a prisoner, his mother leaves, when the blast is quiet. that creeps: Favours may be found. The infant, who was a Thy help is with weed Thou and thy train are proud to look on the nook that our bands have dressed. We wander when May Away with sighs for lilies that is whispering. Heaven's love is spread. must fade, or primrose as it dies. Desires are linked; As growth retires, another takes its place. If thou hast known mishap, if expectations have perished, if joys were caught while up they sprung, such is the lot. Streams are patient that April could not check. could be sent by thee. The House gleams, and buts peep forth. this charm. Season, permit not a blossom to drop! Such mists as glide stand attired: they Lovely May, keep |