Maintains a deep and reverential care
For the unoffending creatures whom he

loves.

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"The pleasure-house is dust:-behind, before, This is no common waste, no common gloom; But Nature, in due course of time, once more Shall here put on her beauty and her bloom. 172

"She leaves these objects to a slow decay, That what we are, and have been, may be known;

But at the coming of the milder day,

These monuments shall all be overgrown.

One lesson, Shepherd, let us two divide, Taught both by what she shows, and what conceals;

Never to blend our pleasure or our pride

With sorrow of the meanest thing that

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feels."

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William Wordsworth.

THE SEA

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SIR PATRICK SPENS

THE king sits in Dunfermline town
Drinking the blude-red wine;
"O whare will I get a skeely skipper
To sail this new ship o' mine?"

O up and spak an eldern knight,

knee:

Sat at the king's right kn

"Sir Patrick Spens is the best sailor That ever sail'd the sea."

Our king has written a braid letter,
And seal'd it with his hand,

And sent it to Sir Patrick Spens,
Was walking on the strand.

"To Noroway, to Noroway,

To Noroway o'er the faem;
The king's daughter of Noroway,

'T is thou maun bring her hame."

The first word that Sir Patrick read,
Sae loud, loud laughed he;

The neist word that Sir Patrick read

The tear blinded his e'e.

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"O wha is this has done this deed

And tauld the king o' me,,

To send us out, at this time of the year,
To sail upon the sea?

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"Be it wind, be it weet, be it hail, be it sleet, Our ship must sail the faem; The king's daughter of Noroway, "T is we must fetch her hame."

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They hoysed their sails on Monenday morn

Wi' a' the speed they may';

They hae landed in Noroway
Upon a Wodensday.

They hadna been a week, a week
In Noroway but twae,

When that the lords o' Noroway

Began aloud to say:

"Ye Scottishmen spend a' our king's gowd,

And a' our

queenis fee!"

"Ye lie, ye lie, ye liars loud,

Fu' loud I hear ye lie!

"For I brought

as much white monie i

As gane my men and me,

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And I brought a half-fou o' gude red gowd

Out o'er the sea wi', me.

"Mak ready, mak ready, my merry men a'! Our gude ship sails the morn."..

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"Now ever alack, my master dear,

I fear a deadly storm.

"I saw the new moon late yestreen Wi' the auld moon in her arm; And if we gang to sea, master,

I fear we'll come to harm."

They hadna sail'd a league, a league,
A league but barely three,

When the lift grew dark, and the wind
blew loud,

And gurly grew the sea.

The ankers brak, and the topmasts lap,

It was sic a deadly storm:

And the waves cam owre the broken ship Till a' her sides were torn.

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"O where will I get a gude sailor,

To take my helm in hand,

Till I get up to the tall topmast,

To see if I can spy land?"

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"O here am I, a sailor gude,
To take the helm in hand,

Till you go up to the tall topmast;
But I fear you'll ne'er spy land."

He hadna gane a step, a step,

A step but barely ane,

When a bout flew out of our goodly ship,

And the salt sea it came in.

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