3. "Oh, lone and lorn my lot! To me the sunshine is a joy unknown; In vain earth's lap with rarest flowers are strown – 4. "Thy converse drew us with delight, The man of rathe and riper years: The feeble soul a haunt of fears, Forgot his weakness in thy sight." 5. "Well I ween, the charm he held 6. 7. To tend the wounded Deloraine.” "Who shall tempt with wandering feet The dark, unbottomed, infinite abyss, Over the vast abrupt, ere he arrive "For thus it chanced one morn when all the court, Green-suited, but with plumes that mocked the May To spy some secret scandal if he might, And saw the Queen, who sat betwixt her best EXERCISE LXIII. PARAPHRASING. DIRECTIONS. Write out in prose the meaning of the following poem. Review. See that all your words are properly used, all your sentences correctly formed, and all your paragraphs regularly constructed. THE SOLDIER OF THE RHINE. A soldier of the Legion lay dying in Algiers, There was lack of woman's nursing, there was dearth of woman's tears; But a comrade stood beside him, while his life-blood ebbed away, "Tell my brothers and companions, when they meet and crowd around, To hear my mournful story in the pleasant vineyard ground, "Tell my mother that her other sons shall comfort her old age, For I was aye a truant bird, that thought his home a cage. For my father was a soldier, and, even when a child, My heart leaped forth to hear him tell of struggles fierce and wild; And when he died, and left us to divide his scanty hoard, I let them take whate'er they would, but kept my father's sword; And with boyish love I hung it where the bright light used to shine, On the cottage wall at Bingen, — calm Bingen on the Rhine. "Tell my sister not to weep for me, and sob with drooping head, When the troops come marching home again, with glad and gallant tread, But to look upon them proudly, with a calm and steadfast eye, For her brother was a soldier too, and not afraid to die; And if a comrade seek her love, I ask her in my name To listen to him kindly, without regret or shame, And to hang the old sword in its place (my father's sword and mine), For the honor of old Bingen, — dear Bingen on the Rhine. "There's another, not a sister,- in the happy days gone by; - (for ere the moon be risen, My body will be out of pain, my soul be out of prison) — "I saw the blue Rhine sweep along; I heard, or seemed to hear, The German songs we used to sing, in chorus sweet and clear r; And down the pleasant river, and up the slanting hill, The echoing chorus sounded, through the evening calm and still; And her glad blue eyes were on me, as we passed, with friendly talk, Down many a path beloved of yore, and well-remembered walk; And her little hand lay lightly, confidingly in mine, — But we'll meet no more at Bingen, — loved Bingen on the Rhine." His trembling voice grew faint and hoarse; his grasp was childish weak, His eyes put on a dying look, he sighed and ceased to speak. And the soft moon rose up slowly, and calmly she looked down -HON. MRS. NORTON. EXERCISE LXIV. PARAPHRASING. DIRECTION. - Follow the Direction of the preceding Exercise. THANATOPSIS. To him who in the love of Nature holds Their sharpness, ere he is aware. When thoughts Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim To mix for ever with the elements, To be a brother to the insensible rock, And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Shalt thou retire alone: nor couldst thou wish Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world — with kings, That make the meadows green; and, poured round all, Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, |