10 15 Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast,- Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, And soon that toil shall end; Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, Thou'rt gone; the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form; yet on my heart He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, HELPS TO STUDY Biographical and Historical: William Cullen Bryant was born in 1794 in Western Massachusetts. His education was carried on in the district school. At home he had the use of an exceptionally fine library, for that period, and he made the most of its opportunities. In 1816 he secured a license to practice law, and journeyed on foot to Plainfield, Mass., to look for a place to open an office. He felt forlorn and desolate, and the world seemed big and cold. In this mood, while pausing on his way to contemplate the beauty of the sunset, he saw a solitary bird wing its way along the horizon. He watched it until it was lost in the distance. Then he pursued his journey with new courage and on arriving at the place where he was to stop for the night, he sat down and wrote this beautiful poem of faith and hope. "the abyss of heaven hath swallowed up thy form" 5 10 THE SKYLARK JAMES HOGG Bird of the wilderness, Blithesome and cumberless, Sweet be thy matin o'er moorland and lea! Emblem of happiness, Blest is thy dwelling place, O to abide in the desert with thee! Wild is thy lay and loud, Far in the downy cloud, Love gives it energy, love gave it birth. Where art thou journeying? Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth, O'er fell and fountain sheen, O'er moor and mountain green, O'er the red streamer that heralds the day, Over the rainbow's rim, Musical cherub, soar, singing, away! Then, when the gloaming comes, Low in the heather blooms, Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be! HELPS TO STUDY James Hogg was born in Ettrick, Scotland, in 1770, and was known as "the Ettrick Shepherd," because he followed the occupation of a shepherd until he was thirty. The beautiful selection here given was doubtless inspired by the poet's early communion with Nature. Notes and Questions From this poem what can you tell of the home of the skylark? Of its nature? Why is the lark called an emblem of happiness? Name something that might be called an emblem of strength; of sorrow. What pictures do the following words make to you: "wilderness, "'"moor," "lea," " "'fell," "heather-bloom"? What is the "red streamer that heralds the day"? What does the word "dewy" sug gest as to the habits of the bird? What do "matin" and "gloaming'' signify? In the poem what tells you the nest is near the ground? Why is "downy" used to describe "cloud"? What makes lines 13 and 14 so musical? Indicate the rhythm of the first six lines by writing them in groups as shown in the following curves: TO A SKYLARK PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY Hail to thee, blithe Spirit! Bird thou never wert, That from Heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart 5 In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest 10 And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are bright'ning, Thou dost float and run; 15 Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight; Like a star of heaven, In the broad daylight 20 Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight, Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear 25 Until we hardly see-we feel that it is there. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, 30 The moon rains out her beams, and Heaven is overflowed. What thou art we know not; What is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not 35 As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a Poet hidden In the light of thought, Till the world is wrought 40 To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not: Like a high-born maiden Soul in secret hour 45 With music sweet as love,—which overflows her bower: Like a glow-worm golden Its aërial hue 50 Among the flowers and grass which screen it from the view: Like a rose embowered In its own green leaves, By warm winds deflowered, Till the scent it gives 55 Makes faint with too much sweet those heavy-wingèd thieves: Sound of vernal showers On the twinkling grass, All that ever was 60 Joyous and clear and fresh, thy music doth surpass. Teach us, Sprite or Bird, What sweet thoughts are thine; |