God moves in a mysterious way He plants his footsteps in the sea Light shining out of Darkness. M. PARKER. T. H. BAYLY. COWPER. Seas Rough with black winds, and storms Book i. Ode 5. Translation of MILTON. HORACE. Her deck is crowded with despairing souls, Bertram. C. MATURIN. King Henry V., Acti. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE. No, here's to the pilot that weathered the storm. The Pilot that weathered the Storm. G. CANNING. THE LOW COUNTRIES. To men of other minds my fancy flies, Fierce o'er the wreck the whelming waters The crowded mart, the cultivated plain, A new creation rescued from his reign. O Victor Emmanuel the King, the sword be for thee, and the deed, And nought for the alien, next spring, rought for Hapsburg and Bourbon agreedy But for us, a great Italy freed, with a hero & head us,.. bur to King Elizabeth Barrett Browning, "Man wants but little have below: "For wants that little. Long? I is not with me exactly so: My wants are many, and if tokl And were each wish a mint of gold John Quincy Adams. Washington 21. August 1846 POEMS OF ADVENTURE AND RURAL SPORTS. CHEVY-CHASE. ADVENTURE. [Percy, Earl of Northumberland, had vowed to hunt for three days in the Scottish border, without condescending to ask leave from Earl Douglas, who was either lord of the soil or lord warden of the Marches. This provoked the conflict which was celebrated in the old ballad of the "Hunting o' the Cheviot." The circumstances of the battle of Otterbourne (A. D 1388) are woven into the ballad, and the affairs of the two events are confounded. The ballad preserved in the Percy Reliques is probably as old as 1574. The one following is a modernized form, of the time of James I.] GOD prosper long our noble king, Our lives and safeties all; A woful hunting once there did In Chevy-Chase befall. To drive the deer with hound and horn The child may rue that is unborn The stout Earl of Northumberland The chiefest harts in Chevy-Chase Who sent Earl Percy present word He would prevent his sport. The English earl, not fearing that, Did to the woods resort, With fifteen hundred bowmen bold, The gallant greyhounds swiftly ran His host he parted had in three, As leader ware and tried ; Throughout the English archery And throwing straight their bows away, They closed full fast on every side, In truth, it was a grief to see How each one chose his spear, At last these two stout earls did meet ; |