Pen and pencil pictures . xpelling theMoors. the sword beneath the hearth, .And lay the spear cover them with stones and earth,For, weal or woe betide,We wait Don Rodericks return,When Freedoms beacon fires shall burn ! Hide the corslet neath the roof,The shield within the wall; 158 DON RODERICK. The moment is not far aloofWhen we shall need them all—When all the vine-clad hills of SpainShall echo to onr shonts again! the greaves beneath the sod,Hide all your arms away;And earnestly beseech our GodTo hasten on the day,When far and wide our shout shall ring— For Spain—Sa
Pen and pencil pictures . xpelling theMoors. the sword beneath the hearth, .And lay the spear cover them with stones and earth,For, weal or woe betide,We wait Don Rodericks return,When Freedoms beacon fires shall burn ! Hide the corslet neath the roof,The shield within the wall; 158 DON RODERICK. The moment is not far aloofWhen we shall need them all—When all the vine-clad hills of SpainShall echo to onr shonts again! the greaves beneath the sod,Hide all your arms away;And earnestly beseech our GodTo hasten on the day,When far and wide our shout shall ring— For Spain—Saint Iago—and the King ! DIE HEBZ-BLUME. There grew a little flower once, That blossomed in a day, And some said it would ever bloom, And some twould fade away, And some said it was Happiness, And some said it was Spring, And some said it was Grief and Tears, And many such, a thing; But still the little flower bloomed, And still it lived and throve.— And men do call it Summer-growth, But the angels call it Love !. TO WILL-O-THE-WISP. veb, the marish, and over the bog,Over the pools, where arises the fog,Lamp of the leeches and fire of the frog !Why did you lead me astray ?Why did you gleam like a beaconing light,Flickering out in the gloom of the night ?I was quite sure you were leading me right,When I turned out of the way. Faithless, and fickle, and treacherous lamp,Why did I follow you into the swamp,Where the soft ground was so slimy and damp, And the long rushes so crisp ?Wet, worn, and weary I homeward have sped,And find, on undressing and going to bed,A leech in each boot and a cold in my head ! Treacherous Will-o-the-Wisp! THE CAVALIER AND THE PURITAN. CHAPTER I. In the days of King James the Second, therelived at Burnley Manor a right loyal gentleman/as he was called at that period. His ancestors,from time immemorial, had lived in the old need not go through the long pedigree, to showhow one of the Burnleighs of Burnleiglr hadbeen to the Holy Land (was
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