'If the husband, of this gifted Well, For he shall be master for life. 'But if the wife shall drink of it first, The stranger stoopt to the Well of St. Keyne, 'You drank of the Well I warrant betimes?' But the Cornish-man smiled as the stranger spake, And sheepishly shook his head. 'I hasten'd as soon as the wedding was done, And left my wife in the porch; But i' faith she had been wiser than me, For she took a bottle to church.' THE BATTLE OF BLENHEIM It was a summer evening, Old Kaspar's work was done, She saw her brother Peterkin Roll something large and round, In playing there had found; Old Kaspar took it from the boy, And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh, "'Tis some poor fellow's skull,' said he, 'Who fell in that great victory. 'I find them in the garden, The ploughshare turns them out! 'Now tell us what 'twas all about,' 'It was the English,' Kaspar cried, 'My father lived at Blenheim then, They burnt his dwelling to the ground, And he was forced to fly; So with his wife and child he fled, Nor had he where to rest his head. 'With fire and sword the country round Was wasted far and wide, And many a tender mother then, But things like that, you know, must be At every famous victory. 'They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun; But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory; 'Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won, 'Nay-nay-my little girl,' quoth he, 'And everybody praised the Duke 'Why, that I cannot tell,' said he, FATHER WILLIAM You are old, Father William, the young man cried, In the days of my youth, Father William replied, And abused not my health and my vigour at first, That I never might need them at last. You are old, Father William, the young man cried, And yet you lament not the days that are gone, In the days of my youth, Father William replied, I thought of the future, whatever I did, You are old, Father William, the young man cried, You are cheerful, and love to converse upon death! Now tell me the reason, I pray. I am cheerful, young man, Father William replied; Let the cause thy attention engage: In the days of my youth I remember'd my God! And He hath not forgotten my age. THE FLOWERS OF THE FOREST MRS. COCKBURN I've seen the smiling Of Fortune beguiling; I've felt all its favours, and found its decay : Kind its caressing; But now it is fled-it is fled far away. I've seen the forest Adorned the foremost With flowers of the fairest most pleasant and gay; Their scent the air perfuming! I've seen the morning And loud tempest storming before the mid-day, Shining in the sunny beams, Grow drumly and dark as he rowed on his way. O fickle Fortune, Why this cruel sporting? Oh, why still perplex us, poor sons of a day? Nae mair your frowns can fear me; LUCY GRAY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH OFT I had heard of Lucy Gray; No mate, no comrade, Lucy knew ; -The sweetest thing that ever grew You yet may spy the fawn at play, But the sweet face of Lucy Gray 'To-night will be a stormy night— And take a lantern, child, to light "That, father, will I gladly do! The minster-clock has just struck two, At this the father raised his hook He plied his work; and Lucy took Not blither is the mountain roe: Her feet disperse the powdery snow, The storm came on before its time: She wandered up and down: And many a hill did Lucy climb; But never reached the town. |