. The International library of famous literature, selections from the world's great writers, ancient, mediaeval, and modern with biographical and explanatory notes and critical essays by many eminent writers. collected poems; Poems of the Old Days and the New ; and thenovels Off the Skelligs, Fated to be Free, Don John, and Sarah deBerenger. Miss Ingelow died at Kensington, July 19, 1897.] The old mayor climbed the belfry tower. The ringers ran by two, by three;* Pull, if you never pulled before; Good ringers, pull your best, quoth he. Play uppe, play uppe, 0 Boston bells!Ply all your changes,
. The International library of famous literature, selections from the world's great writers, ancient, mediaeval, and modern with biographical and explanatory notes and critical essays by many eminent writers. collected poems; Poems of the Old Days and the New ; and thenovels Off the Skelligs, Fated to be Free, Don John, and Sarah deBerenger. Miss Ingelow died at Kensington, July 19, 1897.] The old mayor climbed the belfry tower. The ringers ran by two, by three;* Pull, if you never pulled before; Good ringers, pull your best, quoth he. Play uppe, play uppe, 0 Boston bells!Ply all your changes, all your swells Play uppe The Brides of Enderby. Men say it was a stolen tyde — The Lord that sent it, He knows all; But in myne ears doth still abideThe message that the bells let fall: And there was naught of strange, beside The flights of mews and peewits piedBy millions crouched on the old sea wall. I sate and spun within the doore; My thread brake off, I raised myne eyes —The level sun, like ruddy ore. Lay sinking in the barren skies;And dark against days golden deathShe moved where Lindis Sonnes faire wife, Elizabeth. * By permission of B. Ingelow and Longmans, Green & C! JKAN INGELOWFrom a photo by Elliott cC Fry 14 HIGH TIDE ON THE COAST OF LINCOLNSHIllE. 8009 Cusha! Cuslia! Cusha! calling,Ere the early dews were falling,Farre away I heard her ! Cusha! all alongWhere the reedy Lindis floweth, rioweth, floweth,From the meads where melick growethFaintly came her milking song. — Cusha! Cusha! Cusha! calling, For the dews will soone be falling; Leave your meadow grasses mellow,Mellow, mellow; Quit your cowslips, cowslips yellow;Come uppe Whitefoot, come uppe Lightfoot; Quit the stalks of parsley hollow,Hollow, hollow; Come uppe Jetty, rise and follow,From the clovers lift your head; Come uppe Whitefoot, come uppe Lightfoot,Come uppe Jetty, rise and follow, Jetty, to the milking shed. If it be long, aye, long ago, When I beginne to think howe
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