"Canst hear," said one, "the breakers roar?
For yonder, methinks, should be the sh.o.r.e.
Now where we are I cannot tell, But I wish we could hear the Inchcape Bell."
They hear no sound; the swell is strong; Though the wind hath fallen, they drift along, Till the vessel strikes with a shivering shock,-- "O Christ! it is the Inchcape Rock."
Sir Ralph, the Rover, tore his hair; He cursed himself in his despair.
The waves rush in on every side; The ship is sinking beneath the tide.
But even in his dying fear, One dreadful sound he seemed to hear,-- A sound as if, with the Inchcape Bell, The Devil below was ringing his knell.
The Shakespeare pa.s.sages which follow are from the fairy play "A Midsummer Night"s Dream." A teacher well acquainted with that play would find it possible to delight children with it.
The fairy and rustic scenes could be given almost in their entirety, the other scenes could be summarized.
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OVER HILL, OVER DALE
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander everywhere, Swifter than the moon"s sphere; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green.
The cowslips tall her pensioners be: In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours: I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip"s ear.
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A FAIRY SCENE IN A WOOD
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
FAIRY QUEEN t.i.tANIA (_calls to her_ FAIRIES _following her_)
Come, now a roundel and a fairy song; Then, for the third part of a minute, hence; Some to kill cankers in the musk-rose buds, Some war with rere-mice for their leathern wings, To make my small elves coats, and some keep back The clamorous owl that nightly hoots and wonders At our quaint spirits. Sing me now asleep; Then to your offices and let me rest.
_She lies down to sleep, and the_ FAIRIES _sing as follows_:
You spotted snakes with double tongue, Th.o.r.n.y hedgehogs, be not seen; Newts and blind-worms, do no wrong, Come not near our fairy queen.
Philomel, with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby; Lulla, lulla, lullaby, lulla, lulla, lullaby: Never harm, Nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh: So good-night, with lullaby.
Weaving spiders, come not here; Hence, you long-legged spinners, hence.
Beetles black, approach not near; Worm nor snail, do no offence.
Philomel, with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby; Lulla, lulla, lullaby, lulla, lulla, lullaby: Never harm, Nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh; So, good-night, with lullaby.
A FAIRY
Hence, away! now all is well: One aloof stand sentinel.
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Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882) is America"s greatest spiritual teacher. His essays, such as "Self-Reliance" and "The American Scholar," are his chief claim to fame. The two brief poems given here are well known. "Fable" should be studied along with No. 236, since they emphasize the same lesson that size is after all a purely relative matter. "Concord Hymn" is a splendidly dignified expression of the debt of grat.i.tude we owe to the memory of those who made our country possible. Of course no reader will fail to notice the famous last two lines of the first stanza.
FABLE
RALPH WALDO EMERSON
The mountain and the squirrel Had a quarrel, And the former called the latter "Little Prig"; Bun replied, "You are doubtless very big; But all sorts of things and weather Must be taken in together To make up a year And a sphere.
And I think it no disgrace To occupy my place.
If I"m not so large as you, You are not so small as I, And not half so spry.
I"ll not deny you make A very pretty squirrel track; Talents differ; all is well and wisely put; If I cannot carry forests on my back, Neither can you crack a nut!"
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CONCORD HYMN
RALPH WALDO EMERSON
By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April"s breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood, And fired the shot heard round the world.
The foe long since in silence slept; Alike the conqueror silent sleeps; And Time the ruined bridge has swept Down the dark stream which seaward creeps.
On this green bank, by this soft stream, We set to-day a votive stone; That memory may their deed redeem, When, like our sires, our sons are gone.
Spirit, that made those heroes dare To die, and leave their children free, Bid Time and Nature gently spare The shaft we raise to them and thee.
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Almost any of the works of Sir Walter Scott (1771-1832), whether in prose or verse, is within the range of children in the grades.
Especially the fine ballads, such as "Lochinvar" and "Allen-a-Dale," are sure to interest them. Children should be encouraged to read one of the long story-poems, "The Lady of the Lake" or "The Lay of the Last Minstrel."
The famous expression of patriotism quoted below is from the latter poem.
BREATHES THERE THE MAN
SIR WALTER SCOTT