Maintains
For the unoffending creatures whom he

deep and reverential care

loves.

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"The pleasure-house is dust:-behind, before, This is no common waste, no common gloom; But Nature, in due course of time, once more Shall here put on her beauty and her bloom. 172

"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,
These monuments shall all be overgrown.

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"One lesson, Shepherd, let us two divide, Taught both by what she shows, and what conceals;

Never to blend our pleasure or our pride

With sorrow of the meanest thing that

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feels."

1800.

William Wordsworth.

THE SEA

SIR PATRICK SPENS

THE king sits in Dunfermline town
Drinking the blude-red wine;
"O whare will I get a skeely skipper
To sail this new ship o' mine?"

O up and spak an eldern knight,
Sat at the king's right knee:
"Sir Patrick Spens is the best sailor
That ever sail'd the sea."

Our king has written a braid letter,
And seal'd it with his hand,

And sent it to Sir Patrick Spens,
Was walking on the strand.

"To Noroway, to Noroway,

To Noroway o'er the faem;
The king's daughter of Noroway,

'T is thou maun bring her hame."

The first word that Sir Patrick read,
Sae loud, loud laughed he;

The neist word that Sir Patrick read
The tear blinded his e'e.

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"O wha is this has done this deed

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And tauld the king o' me,

To send us out, at this time of the year,
To sail upon the sea?

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Be it wind, be it weet, be it hail, be it sleet,
Our ship must sail the faem;
The king's daughter of Noroway,

'T is we must fetch her hame."

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They hoysed their sails on Monenday morn

Wi' a' the speed they may;

They hae landed in Noroway

Upon a Wodensday.

They hadna been a week, a week

In Noroway but twae,

When that the lords o' Noroway

Began aloud to say:

"Ye Scottishmen spend a' our king's gowd,

And a' our queenis fee!"

"Ye lie, ye lie, ye liars loud,

Fu' loud I hear ye lie!

"For I brought as much white monie

As gane my men and me,

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And I brought a half-fou o' gude red gowd Out o'er the sea wi' me.

"Mak ready, mak ready, my merry men a'! Our gude ship sails the morn."

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