. Class book of poetry: consisting of selections from distinguished English and American poets, from Chaucer to Tennyson. The whole arranged in chronological order, with biographical and critical remarks . in battle with the lived; and long mightst thou have seenAn old man wandering as in quest of something,Something he could not find — he knew not he was gone the house remained a whileSilent and tenantless — then went to strangers. Full fifty years were past, and all on an idle day, a day of searchMid the old lumber in the gallery,That mouldering chest was no
. Class book of poetry: consisting of selections from distinguished English and American poets, from Chaucer to Tennyson. The whole arranged in chronological order, with biographical and critical remarks . in battle with the lived; and long mightst thou have seenAn old man wandering as in quest of something,Something he could not find — he knew not he was gone the house remained a whileSilent and tenantless — then went to strangers. Full fifty years were past, and all on an idle day, a day of searchMid the old lumber in the gallery,That mouldering chest was noticed ; and t was saidBy one as young, as thoughtless as Ginevra,Why not remove it from its lurking place?T was done as soon as said; but on the wayIt burst, it fell; and lo, a here and there a pearl, an emerald stone,A golden clasp, clasping a shred of gold !All else had perished — save a nuptial ring,And a small seal, her mothers with a name, the name of both, Ginevra. There then had she found a grave!Within that chest had she concealed herself,Fluttering with joy the happiest of the happy;When a spring-lock that lay in ambush there,Fastened her down for ever!. AV O R D S W^ O R T H. (>A^illiam Wordsworth, 1770-1850.) The Deaf Peasant. Almost at the rootOf that tall pine, the shadow of whose bareAnd slender stem, while here I sit at eve,Oft stretches towards me, like a strong straight pathTraced faintly in the greensward, there, beneathA plain blue stone, a gentle dalesman lies,From whom in early childhood was withdrawnThe precious gift of hearing. He grew upFrom year to year in loneliness of soul;And this deep mountain valley was to himSoundless, witli all its streams. The bird of dawnDid never rouse this cottager from sleepWith startling summons; not for his delightThe vernal cuckoo shouted-; not for himMurmured the laboring bee. When stormy windsWere working the broad bosom of the lakeInto a thousand thousand sparkling t
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