The Shepherd stopped, and that same story told "You see these lifeless stumps of aspen wood- 125 "The arbour does its own condition tell; You see the stones, the fountain, and the stream; 180 "There's neither dog nor heifer, horse nor sheep, "Some say that here a murder has been done, "What thoughts must through the creature's brain Even from the topmost stone, upon the steep, 135 140 "For thirteen hours he ran a desperate race; 145 And in my simple mind we cannot tell What cause the Hart might have to love this place, And come and make his death-bed near the well. "Here on the grass perhaps asleep he sank, 150 "In April here beneath the flowering thorn 155 "Now, here is neither grass nor pleasant shade; Till trees, and stones, and fountain, all are gone." Grey-headed Shepherd, thou hast spoken well: "The Being that is in the clouds and air, 160 165 "The pleasure-house is dust:-behind, before, 170 "She leaves these objects to a slow decay, That what we are, and have been, may be known; But at the coming of the milder day, 175 These monuments shall all be overgrown. "One lesson, Shepherd, let us two divide, Taught both by what she shows, and what conceals; With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.” 180 HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW: 1807 THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH. UNDER a spreading chestnut-tree The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he, And the muscles of his brawny arms 5 His hair is crisp, and black, and long ; His brow is wet with honest sweat; He earns whate'er he can ; 10 And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man. Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear him sling his heavy sledge, 15 Like a sexton ringing the village bell, When the evening sun is low. And children coming home from school 20 They love to see the flaming forge, And catch the burning sparks that fly He goes on Sunday to the church, He hears the parson pray and preach; And it makes his heart rejoice. It sounds to him like her mother's voice, He needs must think of her once more,- And with his hard rough hand he wipes Toiling-rejoicing-sorrowing, Something attempted, something done, WILLIAM COWPER: 1731-1800. THE DIVERTING HISTORY OF JOHN GILPIN. SHOWING HOW HE WENT FARTHER THAN HE INTENDED, AND CAME SAFE HOME AGAIN. "I am a linen-draper bold, As all the world doth know, And my good friend the calender Quoth Mistress Gilpin, "That's well said We will be furnished with our own Which is both bright and clear." So three doors off the chaise was stayed, Where they did all get in; Six precious souls, and all agog To dash through thick and thin. Smack went the whip, round went the wheels, Were never folk so glad, The stones did rattle underneath, As if Cheapside were mad. John Gilpin at his horse's side For saddletree scarce reached had he, When, turning round his head, he saw 50 So down he came; for loss of time, Yet loss of pence, full well he knew, 55 'Twas long before the customers Were suited to their mind, When Betty screaming, came down-stairs, "The wine is left behind!" "Good lack!" quoth he-" yet bring it me, My leathern belt likewise, In which I bear my trusty sword When I do exercise." 60 415 40 |