. Wordsworth pour les jeunes; sélections avec une introduction pour les parents et les enseignants . Dans un navire de son propre, sur la crue rapide se hourdit, vers le bas de la mer puissante. Dans un tel vaisseau ne moreMay de la créature humaine quitter la rive !si cela ou de cette façon il devrait remuer.Woe à la pauvre aveugle Mariner! Car la mort sera son malheur. Mais dire ce qui l'ours ? — Ye ont seenLes Indiens s'inclinent, ses flèches, les bêtes d'Eare, et les oiseaux avec le plumage lumineux; des cadeaux qui, pour l'émerveillement ou le plaisir.sont amenés dans les navires de loin. Sa mère a souvent pensé, et a dit, quel péché serait sur sa tête si elle devrait souffrir thi

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. Wordsworth for the young; selections with an introduction for parents and teachers . He in a vessel of his own, On the swift flood is hurrying down, Down to the mighty Sea. In such a vessel never moreMay human creature leave the shore !If this or that way he should stir.Woe to the poor blind Mariner! For death will be his doom. But say what bears him ? — Ye have seenThe Indians bow, his arrows keen, Eare beasts, and birds with plumage bright;Gifts which, for wonder or delight.Are brought in ships from far. His Mother often thought, and said, What sin would be upon her headIf she should suffer this : My SonWhateer you do, leave this undone •The danger is so great. Tlius lived he by Loch-Levens sideStill sounding Avith the sounding tide.And heard the billows leap and dance, Without a shadow of mischanceTill he was ten years old. When one day ( and now mark me wellTe soon shall know how this befell). Such gifts had those seafaring menSpread round that haven in the glen;Each hut, perchance, might have its own;And to the Boy they all were known —He knew and prized them all. 60 THE BLIND HIGHLAND BOY. The rarest was a Turtle-shellWhich he, poor Child, had studied wellA shell of ample size, and lightAs the pearly car of Amphitrite, That sportive dolphins drew. And, as a Coracle that bravesOn Vagas breast the fretful waves, This shell upon the deep would swim, And gaily lift its fearless brimAbove the tossing surge. A while he stood upon his feet;He felt the motion — took his seat;Still better pleased as more and moreThe tide retreated from the shore, And sucked, and sucked him in. And there he is in face of Heaven.How rapidly the Child is driven!The fourth part of a mile, T ween, He thus had gone, ere he was seenBy any human eye. And this the little blind Boy knew:And he a story strange yet trueHad heard, how in a shell like thisAn English Boy, 0 thought of bliss ! Had stoutly launch

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