At the church on the hill-side And then come back, down. She left lonely forever The kings of the sea.' M. Arnold Ό XXXV THE SANDS O' DEE I MARY, go and call the cattle home, And call the cattle home, And call the cattle home, Across the sands o' Dee!' The western wind was wild and dank with foam, And all alone went she. 2 The creeping tide came up along the sand, And o'er and o'er the sand, And round and round the sand, As far as eye could see; The blinding mist came down and hid the land — And never home came she. 3 Oh, is it weed, or fish, or floating hair? A tress o' golden hair, O' drowned maiden's hair, Above the nets at sea. Was never salmon yet that shone so fair Among the stakes on Dee. 4 They row'd her in across the rolling foam, The cruel crawling foam, The cruel hungry foam, To her grave beside the sea : But still the boatmen hear her call the cattle home, Across the sands o' Dee. C. Kingsley XXXVI THE LOSS OF THE ROYAL GEORGE "OLL for the brave! TOL The brave that are no more! All sunk beneath the wave, Fast by their native shore ! Eight hundred of the brave, A land breeze shook the shrouds, Toll for the brave! Brave Kempenfelt is gone; His work of glory done. It was not in the battle; No tempest gave the shock: She sprang no fatal leak; She ran upon no rock. His sword was in its sheath, Weigh the vessel up, Once dreaded by our foes! And mingle with our cup The tear that England owes. Her timbers yet are sound, And she may float again, Full charged with England's thunder, And plough the distant main. But Kempenfelt is gone, His victories are o'er ; And he and his eight hundred Shall plough the waves no more. W. Cowper F XXXVII A SEA DIRGE ULL fathom five thy father lies: Of his bones are coral made: Ding, dong, bell. W. Shakespeare XXXVIII THE ANCIENT MARINER T is an ancient Mariner, I And he stoppeth one of three. "By thy long gray beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp'st thou me? "The Bridegroom's doors are open'd wide, And I am next of kin : The guests are met, the feast is set: May'st hear the merry din." He holds him with his glittering eye — The Wedding-Guest stood still, The Wedding-Guest sat on a stone: And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed Mariner. "The ship was cheered, the harbour cleared," Merrily did we drop Below the kirk, below the hill, Below the lighthouse top. “The sun came up upon the left, Out of the sea came he, And he shone bright, and on the right The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast, The Bride hath paced into the hall : Red as a rose is she; Nodding their heads before her goes The merry minstrelsy. The Wedding-Guest he beat his breast, Yet he cannot choose but hear; And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed Mariner. "And now the storm-blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. |