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And oft they thought him sinking,
But still again he rose.
Never, I ween, did swimmer,
In such an evil case,
Safe to the landing-place:
By the brave heart within,
Bare bravely up his chin.
“Curse on him !" quoth false Sextus,
“ Will not the villain drown? But for this stay, ere close of day
We should have sacked the town !" “Heaven help him !” quoth Lars Porsena,
“ And bring him safe to shore; For such a gallant feat of arms
Was never seen before."
And now he feels the bottom;
Now on dry earth he stands,
To press his gory hands;
And noise of weeping loud,
Borne by the joyous crowd
(EDGAR A. Poe.) It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived, whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love, and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea ;
I and my Annabel Lee-
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
And bore her away from me,
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me,
In this kingdom by the sea)
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we,
Of many far wiser than we;
Vor the demons down under the sea,
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee,
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so all the night-time, I lie down by the side of my darling--my darling--my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
And snowy summits old and story;
And the wild cataract leaps in glory.
O hark, O hear! how thin and clear,
And thinner, clearer, further going;
The horns of Elfland faintly blowing!
O love, they die in yon rich sky,
They faint on hill or field or river:
And gro v forever and forever.
INVOCATION TO THE NEW YEAR.
(TENNYSON.) Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light;
The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.
Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Ring out the grief that saps the mind,
For those that here we see no more;
Ring out the feud of rich and poor, Ring in redress to all mankind.
Ring out a slowly dying cause,
And ancient forms of party strife;
Ring in the nobler modes of life, With sweeter manners, purer laws. Ring out the want, the care, the sin,
The faithless coldness of the times;
Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes,
The civic slander and the spite;
Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. Ring out old shapes of foul disease,
Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace. Ring in the valiant man and free,
The larger heart, the kindlier hand;
Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Christ that is to be.
THE DREAM OF EUGENE ARAM.
(THOMAS HOOD.) 'Twas in the prime of summer time,
An evening calm and cool, And four-and-twenty happy boys
Came bounding out of school : There were some that ran and some that leapt,
Like troutlets in a pool.
Away they sped, with gamesome minds,
And souls untouch'd by sin;
They drave the wickets in:
Over the town of Lynn.
Like sportive deer they coursed about,
And shouted as they ran,-
As only boyhood can;
A melancholy man!
To catch heaven's blessed breeze;
And his bosom ill at ease :
The book between his knees !
Leaf after leaf he turn’d it o'er,
Nor ever glanced aside,
In the golden eventide:
And pale, and leaden-eyed.
With a fast and fervent grasp
And fix'd the brazen hasp: “Oh, God! could I so close my mind,
And clasp it with a clasp !"
Some moody turns he took,-
And past a shady nook,-
That pored upon a book !