Henry W. Longfellow-America's greatest poet-was born at Portland, in Maine, in 1807. He became a professor in Harvard College, Cambridge (U.S.), in 1835, where he still remains. His first volume of poems appeared in 1839, and then followed in rapid succession 'Poems on Slavery,' The Spanish Student,' 'Evangeline' (his most beautiful poem), 'The Golden Legend,' Hiawatha,' &c. His writings are very popular, both in this country and in America. IT was the schooner 1 Hesperus That sailed the wintry sea; And the skipper 2 had taken his little daughter To bear him company. 1 Schooner, a small vessel. 2 Skipper, the captain. Blue were her eyes as the fairy flax, Her cheeks like the dawn of day, The skipper he stood beside the helm, His pipe was in his mouth, And he watched how the veering flaw did blow The smoke now west, now south. Then up and spake an old sailor 'Last night the moon had a golden ring,2 The skipper he blew a whiff from his pipe, Colder and louder blew the wind, And the billows frothed like yeast. Down came the storm, and smote amain She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed, 'Come hither! come hither! my little daughter, 1 Spanish main, that part of the sea near the Spanish possessions in the West Indies. 2 A ring round the moon is supposed to foretell a storm. For I can weather the roughest gale That ever wind did blow.' He wrapped her warm in his seaman's coat He cut a rope from a broken spar, And bound her to the mast. 'O father! I hear the church-bells ring; say what may it be?' ''Tis a fog-bell on a rock-bound coast! And he steered for the open sea. 'O father! I hear the sound of guns; what may it be?' O say, 'Some ship in distress, that cannot live In such an angry sea!' 'O father! I see a gleaming light; But the father answered never a word- Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark, ! The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow On his fixed and glassy eyes. Then the maiden clasped her hands, and prayed That saved she might be ; And she thought of Christ, who stilled the waves On the Lake of Galilee. And fast through the midnight dark and drear, And ever, the fitful gusts between, The breakers 1 were right beneath her bows, She drifted a dreary wreck, And a whooping billow swept the crew Like icicles from her deck. She struck where the white and fleecy waves But the cruel rocks, they gored her sides Her rattling shrouds,3 all sheathed in ice, At daybreak on the bleak sea-beach To see the form of a maiden fair Lashed close to a drifting mast. 1 Breakers, waves dashing over rocks. 2 Carded wool. Carding is the process of cleansing wool from dirt, &c. When wool comes from the carding-room it is white and soft like the sea foam. 5 Shrouds, thick ropes supporting the masts. 4 By the board, over the side. 5 Stove, had a hole knocked into her by the rocks. The salt sea was frozen on her breast, The salt tears in her eyes; And he saw her hair like the brown sea-weed On the billows fall and rise. Such was the wreck of the 'Hesperus' THE LAST CHARGE OF THE FRENCH AT ON came the whirlwind-like the last Three hundred cannon-mouths roared loud, Beneath their fire, in full career, The cohorts' eagles flew.3 1 Waterloo is in Belgium, near Brussels. Here Napoleon was completely defeated by the English, under the Duke of Wellington, on 18, 1815. 2 Ponderous cuirassier, French cavalry protected with a cuirass or breast-plate. 3 Cohorts' eagles, the banners of the several regiments. E |