...help me ! save I take my part repulse the truth, the simplicity, and innocent affection of a child. Of danger on the roaring sea, A devil rises in my heart, " More years of calm, and then sorrow revisited the Far worse than any death to me." t household. Rosamond...

...nevermore endure To sit with empty hands at home. ' My mother clings about my neck, My sisters crying " stay for shame : " My father raves of death and wreck,...rises in my heart, Far worse than any death to me.' THE ISLET. ' WHITHER 0 whither love shall we go, For a score of sweet little summers or so ' The sweet...

...nevermore endure To sit with empty hands at home. ' My mother clings about my neck, My sisters crying " stay for shame ; " My father raves of death and wreck,...danger on the roaring sea, A devil rises in my heart, THE ISLET. ' WHUHZZ O itiler fare sfau! ws go. For a score «f sweet Bale snnimars or 90 ' The sweet...

...nevermore endure To sit with «npty hands at home. " 'Sly mother clings abont my neck, My sisters crying, " Stay! for shame!" My father raves of death and wreck ; They are all to blame I they are all to blame I " ' God help me ¡ save I take my part Of danger on the roaring sea, A devil...

...And on thy ribs the limpet sticks, And in thy heart the scrawl shall play ! " " Fool," he answered, " death is sure To those that stay and those that roam...rises in my heart Far worse than any death to me." And so with this little spirited Saxon song we take leave of the subject for the present, expressing...

...sisters clamour, ' Stay, for shame !' My father raves of death and wreck, They are all to blame—they are all to blame. " God help me ! save I take my part...rises in my heart Far worse than any death to me." Arid so with this little spirited Saxon song we take leave of the subject for the present, expressing...

...nevermore endure to sit with empty hands at home. ' My mother clings about my neck, my sisters crying "stay for shame," my father raves of death and wreck...rises in my heart far worse than any death to me.' A. TENNYSON 619 THE WANDERING BOY "\ T 7 HEN the winter winds whistle along the wild moor, VV and the...

...nevermore endure To sit with empty hands at home. " My mother clings about my neck, My sisters crying ' stay for shame ;' My father raves of death and wreck,...rises in my heart, Far worse than any death to me." THE ISLET. " WHITHER O whither love shall we go, For a score of sweet little summers or so * v The...

...hands at home. " My mother clings about my neck, My sisters crying, ' Stay tor shame ; ' My lather raves of death and wreck, They are all to blame, they are all to blaim-. W 1U1 a v» . But a bevy of Eroses apple-cheek'd, In a shallop of crystal ivory-beak'd, With...

...There are many men whom, more or less, Tennyson's " Sailorboy " represents, even in their sports : My mother clings about my neck, My sisters clamour...rises in my heart, Far worse than any death to me. The electric force within them must out ; the excitement that the chance of danger in the chase gives...