The printer then cough'd and sigh'd- And he upward glanced at the morning sky, His heart was tired of beating; To pity a man whose heart had been riven He hied to his humble home; His infant awoke to cry, Oh, father! oh, mother! I'm hungry for bread!" And the printer bowed with an aching head, On his Mary's bosom to die. Oh, ye who have never known The richness found in a crust When nothing is seen on the desolate shelf, Say not in your careless scorn, The rhymer who traces these rough-written lines, Remember this holy truth, The man who aloof hath stood When a heart-broken brother for succour did crave, And stretch'd not a finger to bless and to save, Is verily guilty of blood! THOMAS MACKELLAR. FROM R. BUCHANAN'S "IDYLLS OF INVERBURN." 211 PART V. Special Forms of Derse. BLANK VERSE. [That the scholar may be aided to a clear idea of blank verse, we give three specimens differing much in minor points, but very good illustrations. The first is a little picture from Mr. Robert Buchanan's "Idylls of Inverburn."] FROM R. BUCHANAN'S "IDYLLS OF INVERBURN." My father was a shepherd-old and poor, Who, dwelling 'mong the clouds on norland hills, His sheep-dog running, redden'd with the winds I follow'd in his footsteps when a boy, And knew by heart the mountains round our home; At college there, I look'd about the place, The clouds that snow around the mountain tops, But wild winds, wailing through the woods of pine. [The second is from Mr. Bayard Taylor's "Prophet," and is a speech of David Starr to his friends.] FROM Mr. BAYARD TAYLOR'S "PROPHET." FORGET that you have ever lived ere now. And comes forth new and shining, cast ye out And be assured from your warm breast shall spring With faithful hearts and voices; so, henceforth Cries to the stocks and stones shall I be heard, [The third is from one of Mr. Longfellow's "New England Tragedies FROM LONGFELLOW'S "NEW ENGLAND TRAGEDIES.” HERE stands the house as I remember it, CALM AFTER STORM IN SUMMER. 213 SONNETS. [The Sonnet is a poem in fourteen lines, which, in its stricter forms, has only four rhymes, though five is now-a-days most common. It is divided into three parts; an octave, that is, eight lines with two rhymes, and two terzets with either two or three rhymes. The sonnet originated with the earlier Italian writers, and was carried to its highest perfection by Dante, Petrarch, Cavalcanti, and Cardinal Bembo. It was introduced into English by Wyatt and Surrey; and through Milton, Wordsworth, and others, who wrote it with great power and finish, it has become a recognised English form. Most great English poets have written specimens of it, and some who have written nothing else that can be called great have produced memorable sonnets, and among these is Hartley Coleridge. Mr. Matthew Arnold also has high rank as a sonnet-writer. Shakespeare wrote many sonnets, but he used great liberties with the form. We think it not out of place to give a few specimens of recent sonnets here, as the pupil, with a very little attention, will readily gather from them a true idea of the form, as those we give are all very near to the most approved original Italian style.] CALM AFTER STORM IN SUMMER. THE storm has passed: the sun comes forth again : And all things own the magic of the rain. The magpie chatters, and the wren would strain By overpowering; brooks shine; bindweeds coil To fill the ways with music, and the lark Soars singing; while from grass and flower and tree From far we hear the shepherd's collie bark J. THE PRINTING-PRESS. IN boyhood's days we read with keen delight But Gutenberg evoked a giant sprite Of vaster power, when Europe stood and gazed Who stripped the cowl from priests, the crown from kings, And guard the ancestral throne of sovereign Thought. THE OCEAN STEAMER. WITH Streaming pennons, scorning sail and oar, In vain the siren calms her steps allure; In vain the billows thunder on her keel. Her giant form may toss and rock and reel, And shiver in the wintry tempests roar ; |