Part 20 (2/2)

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Thohes: ”Tom Brown at Oxford”

HUNTING SONG

Waken, lords and ladies gay, On the mountain dawns the day; All the jolly chase is here With hawk and horse and hunting-spear; Hounds are in their couples yelling, Hawks are whistling, horns are knelling, Merrily, ay'

Waken, lords and ladies gay, The lets in the dawn are stea, And foresters have busy been To track the buck in thicket green; Noe coay'

Waken, lords and ladies gay, To the greenwood haste away; We can show you where he lies, Fleet of foot and tall of size; We can show the ainst the oak his antlers frayed; You shall see hiay'

Louder, louder chant the lay, Waken, lords and ladies gay!

Tell thelee Run a course as well as we; Time, stern huntsman! who can baulk, Staunch as hound and fleet as hawk; Think of this, and rise with day, Gentle lords and ladies gay!

Scott

It is not what he has, nor even what he does, which directly expresses the worth of a man, but what he is

Amiel

BORDER BALLAD

March, march, Ettrick and Teviotdale, Why, my lads, dinna ye march forward in order!

March, march, Eskdale and Liddesdale, All the Blue Bonnets are bound for the Border

Many a banner spread Flutters above your head, Many a crest that is famous in story; Mount and ht for the Queen and our old Scottish glory!

Co, Co where the beacon is blazing, Come with the buckler, the lance, and the bow; Tru, Stand to your arland shall many a day Tell of the bloody fray When the Blue Bonnets came over the Border

Scott

FOOTNOTES: [1] Cattle

THE GREAT NORTHERN DIVER

The weird, long call, or the shrill, deht tells of the sleepless activity of the loon The whip-poor-will in the adjacent shrubbery seems companionable, and there is a friendly spirit in the short, shrill treht-hawk from the invisible sky Even the plaint of the screech-owl has a tone of human sympathy

But the dreary cadence of the loon is the voice of the inhospitable night, repelling every thought of human association It does not entreat, it does not warn; yet there is a fascination in its expressionless strength Over the black water, under the lowering sky, or through the bright still ht And soht along the still waters of the lake, the graceful swi the bright reflection into athreads of silver Throughout the day, where the cedars come down to meet their shadows in the dark water, he swiracefully curved and displaying its delicate whitehis wings, and displaying his white breast and the handsoh wary and aloof, and without a trace of ani cries, he shows his kinshi+p by the scrupulous care hich he preens his handso on his back in the water to colossy, white breast