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And the rushing water soaks all,
Who calmly stood and blew his
And when, its force expended, The harmless storm was ended, And as the sunrise splendid
Came blushing o'er the sea, — I thought, as day was breaking, My little girls were waking, And smiling, and making
A prayer at home for me.
Then the Greeks they groaned and quivered,
WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY.
OUR BOAT TO THE WAVES.
Our boat to the waves go free,
breaks, Like the track of the wind on the white snow.
flakes: Away, away! 'T is a path o'er the sea.
Then all the fleas in Jewry
Blasts may rave, — spread the sail,
wind, And the gray clouds yield to the sunny mind, Fear not we the whirl of the gale.
WILLIAM ELLERY CHANNING.
This was the white squall famous, Which latterly o'ercame us, And which all will well remember, On the 28th September ; When a Prussian captain of Lancers (Those tight-laced, whiskered prancers) Came on the deck astonished, By that wild squall admonished, And wondering cried, “Potz tausend, Wie ist der Stürm jetzt brausend ?" And looked at Captain Lewis,
To sea! to sea! the calm is o'er,
The wanton water leaps in sport, And rattles down the pebbly shore,
The dolphin wheels, the sea-cows snort, And unseen mermaid's pearly song Comes bubbling up, the weeds among. Fling broad the sail, dip deep the oar: To sea ! to sea ! the calm is o'er.
To sea ! to sea! our white-winged bark
Shall billowing cleave its watery way, And with its shadow, fleet and dark,
Break the caved Triton's azure day,
POEMS OF ADVENTURE AND RURAL
Then, having dined, the drovers went
To rouse the deer again.
(Percy, Earl of Northumberland, had vowed to hunt for three days in the Scottish border, without condescending to ask leave from Earl Douglas, who was either lord of the soil or lord warden of the Marches. This provoked the conflict which was celebrated in the old ballad of the “Hunting of the Cheviot." The circumstances of the battle of Otterbourne (A. D. 1398) are woven into the ballad, and the affairs of the two events are confounded. The bal. lad preserved in the Percy Reliques is probably as old as 1574. The one following is a modernized form, of the time of James I.)
The bowmen mustered on the hills,
Well able to endure;
That day was guarded sure.
God prosper long our noble king,
Our lives and safeties all ;
In Chevy-Chase befall.
The hounds ran swiftly through the woods
The nimble deer to take,
An echo shrill did make.
To drive the deer with hound and horn
Earl Percy took his way;
The hunting of that day.
Lord Percy to the quarry went,
To view the slaughtered deer;
This day to meet me here ;
The stout Earl of Northumberland
A vow to God did make,
Three summer days to take,
“But if I thought he would not come,
No longer would I stay”;
Thus to the earl did say :
The chiefest harts in Chevy-Chase
To kill and bear away.
In Scotland where he lay;
“Lo, yonder doth Earl Douglas come,
His men in armor bright;
All marching in our sight;
Who sent Earl Percy present word
He would prevent his sport. The English earl, not fearing that, * Did to the woods resort,
“All men of pleasant Teviotdale,
Fast by the river Tweed" ; “Then cease your sports,” Earl Percy said,
“And take your bows with speed ;
With fifteen hundred bowmen bold,
All chosen men of might,
To aim their shafts aright.
“And now with me, my countrymen,
Your courage forth advance ;
In Scotland or in France,
The gallant greyhounds swiftly ran
To chase the fallow deer ; On Monday they began to hunt, · When daylight did appear ;
“That ever did on horseback come,
But if my hap it were,
With him to break a spear.”
Earl Douglas on his milk-white steed,
Most like a baron bold,
Whose armor shone like gold.
And long before high noon they had
A hundred fat bucks slain;