POETRY FOR REPETITION. 1. THE INCHCAPE ROCK. NO stir in the air, no stir in the sea, The ship was as still as she could be; Without either sign or sound of their shock, The Abbot of Aberbrothok Had placed that bell on the Inchcape Rock; When the rock was hid by the surge's swell, B The sun in heaven was shining gay, The sea-birds scream'd as they wheel'd round, The buoy of the Inchcape Bell was seen He felt the cheering power of spring, His eye was on the Inchcape float: The boat is lower'd, the boatmen row, Down sunk the bell with a gurgling sound, Quoth Sir Ralph, "The next who comes to the Rock Sir Ralph the Rover sail'd away, He scour'd the seas for many a day; And now grown rich with plunder'd store, |