Began half to wish for a neighbour at hand To loosen the stone, which was fast in the sand; Pulled harder then dozed, as I found 'twas no use; Awoke the next summer, and lo! it was loose. Crawled forth from the stone when completely awake; In the pleasant moist shade of a strawberry bed. me, And others that hopped, most enchanting to see. Was fretful at first, and then shed a few tears."- MORAL. It seems that life is all a void, M But if a year in trifles go, Jane Taylor. INVITATION TO BIRDS. YE gentle warblers! hither fly, Here freely hop from spray to spray, And weave the mossy nest; Amid this cool transparent rill, That trickles down the glade, Here bathe your plumes, here drink your fill, No school-boy rude, to mischief prone, Hither the vocal thrush repairs; The goldfinch dreads no slimy snares Sweet nightingale ! oh, quit thy haunt, And round my friendly grotto chant Thy sadly-pleasing song. Let not the harmless redbreast fear, With one that loves his home. My trees for you, ye artless tribe, Shall store of fruit preserve; Oh! let me thus your friendship bribe- For you these cherries I protect, To you these plums belong; have pecked, Graves. But sweeter far your song. BETH-GELERT;" OR, THE GRAVE OF THE GREYHOUND. THE spearman heard the bugle sound, And many a brach,2 and many a hound, 'The name of a village in North Wales. The circumstances narrated in this poem occurred in the reign of King John of England, when Llewellyn the Great was the independent Prince of North Wales. 2 Brach-a female hound. And still he blew a louder blast, "Where does my faithful Gelert roam? "Twas only at Llewellyn's board He watched, he served, he cheered his lord, In sooth he was a peerless hound, And now, as over rocks and dells That day Llewellyn little loved Unpleased, Llewellyn homeward hied; 1 Sentineled-watched as a sentinel. 2 Royal John-King John of England. 3 Craggy chaos-confused mass of craggy rocks which formed the mountain. • Portal seat-seat at the door of his castle. His truant Gelert he espied, Bounding his lord to greet. But when he gained his castle door The hound was smeared with drops of gore, Llewellyn gazed with wild surprise, Onward in haste Llewellyn past, Fresh blood-drops shocked his view! O'erturned his infant's bed he found, He called his child; no voice replied- "Hell-hound! by thee my child's devoured!" The frantic father cried; And to the hilt his vengeful sword 1 Fangs-long tusks or teeth. 2 Guise-manner, appearance. 3 Covert for coverlet, the outermost of the bed-clothes. Besprent-sprinkled. |