Famished, very Rebel, one who shakes in the American civil composed of thirteen nately red and white, bars or stripes alter white and thirteen Hauled, pulled, Loyal, to be faithful and obedient to the laws of one's country. Stonewall Jackson, an able general, famous for his bravery. He received the nickname of "Stonewall' from the firmness with which his men resisted every attack. He was accidentally killed by a bullet fired by one of his own soldiers at the battle of Chancellorsville, May 2, 1863. Slouched, turned down. Shiver, shatter, to break into small pieces by sudden violence. Silken scarf, the banner, which was made of silk. Round about them orchards sweep, To the eyes of the famished * rebel * horde.* On that pleasant morn of the early fall,* When Lee* marched over the mountain wall, 10 Horse and foot, into Frederick town, * Forty flags with their silver stars, Up rose old Barbara Fritchie then, 15 She took up the flag the men hauled* down; 20 In her attic window the staff she set, Under his slouched * hat, left and right, It shivered* the window, pane and sash ; She leaned far out on the window sill A shade of sadness, a blush of shame, "Who touches a hair of yon grey head, 25 30 35 40 THE STAR AND THE WATER-LILY.-O. W. Holmes. OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES (1809- ) was born at Cambridge, Massachusetts, U.S. He is a doctor of medicine, and a professor at Harvard College. Among his chief works may be mentioned The Autocrat of the Breakfast Table. THE Sun stepped* down from his golden throne, The sun stepped, &c., And the Lily* had folded her satin leaves, 5 What is the Lily dreaming of? ΙΟ See, see, she is lifting her varnished lid ! * The Rose is cooling his burning cheek He would love her better than all the rest, 20 the sun set. Lily, a water-lily is a water plant like a lily, and is remarkable for its beautiful flowers and large floating leaves. Glistening, shining. Glide, pass by. Ruffle, to make rough and stormy. "Oh, the Rose is old, and thorny, and cold, "But the Star is fair, and he lives in the air, But what if the stormy cloud should come, * Would he turn his eye from the distant sky, 25 To smile on a thing like thee? Oh no, fair Lily, he will not send One ray from his far-off throne; The winds shall blow and the waves shall flow, 30 THE PARTING OF MARMION AND DOUGLAS.-Scott. * "Though something I might plain," he said, "Of cold respect to stranger guest, 15 Sent hither by your king's behest," While in Tantallon's* towers I stayed, Part we in friendship from your land, And, noble earl, receive * my hand." But Douglas round him drew his cloak, 20 Folded his arms, and thus he spoke "My manors, halls, and bowers, shall still Be open, at my sovereign's will, To each one whom he lists,* howe'er Unmeet* to be the owner's peer: 25 My castles are my king's alone, 30 35 40 45 50 55 * * From turret to foundation * stone ;- Burned Marmion's swarthy* cheek like fire, And-"This to me !" he said ;— * Here in thy hold, thy vassals* near, And lay your hands upon your sword),~ I tell thee thou'rt defied ! * And if thou saidst I am not peer Lowland or Highland, far or near, Lord Angus, thou hast lied!”. On the earl's cheek the flush of rage [then, Fierce he broke forth :-" And darest thou, To beard the lion in his den, The Douglas in his hall? And hop'st thou hence unscathed* to go?- Augus, was remark- Adieu, farewell. He lists, he pleases Unmeet, unworthy. Foundation, base ment. Swarthy, tawny, dark. Hoary, white or grey Vassal, one who holds Ashen hue, pale in colour. Unscathed,unharmed. Warder, a watchman, Portcullis, a sliding door of cross timbers pointed with iron, hung over a gateway so as to be let down in a moment to keep out an enemy. PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY (1792-1822) was an English poet of great genius, and a man of very pure life and loving nature; but it was not till after his death that he received the high place which he now holds among the poets. Chief works: The Cenci, and odes to The Cloud, and The Skylark. I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast,* I wield the flail of the lashing* hail, And whiten the green plains under; I sift the snow on the mountains below, In a cavern under is fettered* the thunder- Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion, * Lured by the love of the Genii* that move Over the rills * and the crags * and the hills, Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream, And I, all the while, bask* in heaven's blue smile, Whilst he is dissolving in rains. 5 ΙΟ 15 20 25 30 |