GATHERING SONG OF DONALD THE BLACK. I. Pibroch of Donuil Dhu Pibroch of Donuil II. Come from deep glen, and True heart that wears one, III. Leave untended the herd, The bride at the altar; IV. Come as the winds come, when Come as the waves come, when Faster and faster, Chief, vassal, page and groom, Tenant and master. V. Fast they come, fast they come ; Cast your plaids, draw your blades, Forward each man set! Pibroch of Donuil Dhu Knell for the onset ! SIR WALTER SCOTT. NUTTING. I. It seems a day (I speak of one from many singled out) A nutting-crook in hand; and turned my steps At thorns, and brakes, and brambles, — and, in truth, More ragged than need was! II. O'er pathless rocks, Through beds of matted fern, and tangled thickets, Drooped with its withered leaves, ungracious sign Tall and erect, with tempting clusters hung, The banquet; or beneath the trees I sate III. Perhaps it was a bower beneath whose leaves And fade, unseen by any human eye; stones Where fairy water-breaks do murmur on IV. Then up I rose, And dragged to earth both branch and bough, with crash WILLIAM WORDSWORTH. THE DODSON FAMILY. From Mill on the Floss. PART I. 1. The Dodsons were certainly a handsome family, and Mrs. Glegg was not the least handsome of the sisters. As she sat in Mrs. Tulliver's arm-chair, no impartial observer could have denied that for a woman of fifty she had a very comely face and figure. It is true she despised the advantages of costume, for though, as she often observed, no woman had better clothes, it was not her way to wear her new things out before her old ones. Other women, if they liked, might have their best thread-lace in every wash; but when Mrs. Glegg died, it would be found that she had better lace laid by in the right-hand drawer of her wardrobe, in the Spotted Chamber, than ever Mrs. Wooll of St. Ogg's had bought in her life, although Mrs. Wooll wore her lace before it was paid for. 2. So of her curled fronts: to look out on the weekday world from under a crisp and glossy front, would be to introduce a most dreamlike and unpleasant confusion between the sacred and the secular. Occasionally, indeed, Mrs. Glegg wore one of her third-best fronts on a week-day visit, but not at a sister's house; especially not at Mrs. Tulliver's, who, since her marriage, had hurt her sisters' feelings greatly by wearing her own hair. But Bessy was always weak! |