5 10 15 20 And, lost each human trace, surrendering up To mix forever with the elements, To be a brother to the insensible rock And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Yet not to thine eternal resting-place Shalt thou retire alone, nor couldst thou wish Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun, the vales The venerable woods- rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green; and, poured round all, Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, 25 Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there: The flight of years began, have laid them down The youth in life's fresh spring, and he who goes So live, that when thy summons comes to join Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams. HELPS TO STUDY Although this poem was written by its author when he was not quite eighteen, its dignity and beauty have made it one of the best-known poems in the English language. The title is made up of two Greek words, and means a view of death. 1. What does the poet say Nature does for those who "hold communion with her? 2. Where is Nature represented as beginning to speak to us of death? 3. The second paragraph speaks of death as a thing that must come to all mankind. 4. The third paragraph sweeps over the vast spaces of the earth, and everywhere the dead are; the whole earth is a vast tomb. The last fifteen lines speak of the future: all that live must come to this. 5. The last paragraph shows how death may have no terrors for us. 6. Read the poem aloud, slowly and carefully. Make sure that you get all the meanings. For Study with the Glossary: Resolved, rude swain, favorite phantom, caravan. For Oral and Written Composition: 1. A gladiator's life. 2. A crowd at a public game. 3. The pictures in Bryant's poem. A DAY IN JUNE And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays : Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten; 5 And there's never a leaf nor a blade too mean 15 To be some happy creature's palace; The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives; 20 Now is the high-tide of the year, And whatever of life hath ebbed away Into every bare inlet and creek and bay; No matter how barren the past may have been, How the sap creeps up and the blossoms swell; We may shut our eyes, but we cannot help knowing The breeze comes whispering in our ear, That maize has sprouted, that streams are flowing, That the robin is plastering his house hard by; We could guess it all by yon heifer's lowing, Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how; Everything is upward striving; 'T is as easy now for the heart to be true |