2 "O mother Ida, many-fountained Ida, Dear mother Ida, hearken e'er I die.”

3 "Wreathes her brows with sedge."

4"At whose bright presence darkness flies away." 5 A rag, bone, and bottle shop.

8

Here at the portal thou dost stand,
And with thy little hand

Thou openest the mysterious gate
Into the future's undiscovered land."

"Chivalric virtue,

Yet 'mid thieves 'tis known."

XVIII.

1 Here, bluest to thee were the skies,

For her dear sake, who freely all had given
Of earthly honour that was hers to give.

2 To thee, oh mighty son of unfam'd hammer-man. 1 Thus drawn, the lazy barges rouse

Scarce a ripple on Cam's breast serene. 2 This makes the entrance to thy house, Oh Senate, oft a frantic scene.

3 This he'd ne'er brook his men to see. As this his work will still be known

4 When novel it has ceased to be,

And grey and seamed the now fresh stone.

5 Thus had he died, how long had been

6

Thy sixth, his labour to complete.

Yet, truth be told: at one time well I ween,

7 This had been liker his proud form to greet, Than the now praises murmur'd low and sweet In chapel fam'd,—his ashes at thy feet.

XIX.

Two partings.

1 "I learnt to be a brave man constantly, ** Because I know, by instinct and my soul, The day comes that our sacred Troy must fall, And Priam and his people. Knowing which, I have no such grief for all my Trojans' sake, As, sweet, for thee. **** There's no man in

the world

Can send me to the grave apart from fate."
2 "Howbeit I know, if ancient prophecies
Have err'd not, that I march to meet my doom.
Thou hast not made my life so sweet to me,
That I, the king, should greatly care to live:
For thou hast spoilt the purpose of my life."

1

"O, and is all forgot?

All schooldays' friendship, childhood innocence?
We, Hermia, like two artificial gods,

Have with our needles created both one flower,
Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion."

2 "It is the very

of the moon;

She comes more near the earth than she was wont, And makes men mad."

3 "I am the

to this pale sweet swan,

Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death."

4 "Oh! for the of a vanished hand."

5 "All is not gold that glitters."

6

"Bold Prometheus did aspire,

And stole from heaven the seeds of fire."

XX.

1 A common flower; the children's Christmas spree. 2 Grown in a bed; oft groans in bed to be.

1 "My first a little thing what hops."

2 I feed the Nile, enrich the crops.

3 Sow me in Spring, and I'll make Christmas gay.
4 Unsown each year, I, too, make bright array.
5 I sped and flourish'd in the good old days.
6 When fiddlers play'd, and girls' steps trod
7 The many-islèd sea towards the East.

my maze.

8 Old-fashion'd greeting past 'twixt churl and priest. 9 The fierce opponent of Sir Robert Peel.

10 My meaning's long, whether for woe or weal.

XXI.

1 "Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday; 2 "A solitary shriek, the bubbling cry Of some strong swimmer in his agony."

1 Poor wretch! condemned for life.

2 A slight staff in hard strife.

3 A sloth with such coarse hair!

4 Splendid when rough, more pleasant far when fair. 5 A modern poetess.

6 Pray storm a little less!

7 Once mighty sea-port, now a lonely heap.

8 Term geological;

9 Sweet hay, in slumber deep.

XXII.

1 A land of giants, see.

2 Their vast homes formed of me.

1 Dry germ of tender flowers and leaves.

2 In pond'rous form this great queen grieves. 3 Last home of many a king of old.

4 My males were slain in slaughter cold.

5 Thy yellow meads once spake of loved ones dead. 6 Their bright day o'er,—with me to darkness wed.

1 Sweet little darling!

XXIII.

2 And how sweet am I.

1 E'en farthing rushlight has its charms for me.
2 If, now, 'tis bliss, no further let him see.
3 If I'm of wine, and good, then spare me praise.
4 Italian faction, of the good old days.

5 Abbot of Clugny fam'd for fasts and lore.
6 Ladies still wear what ages back they wore.

7 A Saxon king, great foe of one wild beast.
8 Colonial city,—of the West, not East.

9 Extremest point of finger or of toe.

10 Vast debt to this good man doth Greenland owe.

XXIV.

Two female moralists.

1 His tale is old but still it stirs all hearts.
2 A name that comfort bears to those death parts.
3 A Scotch cathedral's dedicate to thee.

4 The lady of the lake, of minstrelsy.

5 A name most quaint, and yet some like it rather. 6 Prince Hal doth Harry succeed: not Turkish son to father.

7 A vowel and a consonant; would right word there were!

8 Surnam'd magnificent, a weight he well could bear. 9 One of Sir Rowland's many sons in Shakespeare's well-known play.

10 In Roslin's fane lie twenty knights, but she is far away.

XXV.

1 No care for self could this free hand restrain. 2 Reformer great !—This life not lived in vain.

1 A satirist:—and all three this to those 'mongst whom they dwelt.

2 To Margaret of this royal house fortune hard measure dealt.

3 Thousands, or one, or may be scores, have beaten, still may beat me.

4 This, hero young, still bravely tell, however ill they treat thee.

5 Though made of wood, or even stone,-thy glass gives back but thine.

6 One faithful to the king he deem'd alone had right divine.

1

XXVI.

My first encompasses the world.

2 My second is making its way through my first. 1 The nerve most priz'd if I would see my first.