Transcriber’s Note
Obvious typographical errors have been corrected. A list of these changes is found at the end of the text. Inconsistencies in spelling and hyphenation have been maintained. A list of inconsistently spelled and hyphenated words is found at the end of the text. The original book used both numerical and symbolic footnote markers. This version follows the original usage.
A NEW AND ORIGINAL
PLAN FOR READING APPLIED TO THE
WORLD’S BEST LITERATURE
FOR CHILDREN
BY
CHARLES H. SYLVESTER
Author of English and American Literature
VOLUME SEVEN
New Edition
Chicago
BELLOWS-REEVE COMPANY
PUBLISHERS
Copyright, 1922
BELLOWS-REEVE COMPANY
CONTENTS
PAGE The Daffodils William Wordsworth 1 To the Fringed Gentian William Cullen Bryant 4 To a Mouse Robert Burns 5 To a Mountain Daisy Robert Burns 8 The Old Oaken Bucket Samuel Wordsworth 11 Bannockburn Robert Burns 15 Boat Song Sir Walter Scott 17 The Governor and the Notary Washington Irving 20 The Rime of the Ancient Mariner Samuel T. Coleridge 29 The Black Hawk Tragedy Edwin D. Coe 58 The Petrified Fern Mary Bolles Branch 77 An Exciting Canoe Race J. Fenimore CooperFor Classification of Selections, see General Index, at end of Volume X
ILLUSTRATIONS
PAGE The Canoe Race (Color Plate) R. F. Babcock Frontispiece A Host of Golden Daffodils Albert H. Winkler 2 The Fringed Gentian G. H. Mitchell 4 Thou Need Na Start Awa Albert H. Winkler 6 Robert Burns (Halftone) 8 Thou Bonny Gem Albert H. Winkler 9 Inclined to My Lips Herbert N. Rudeen 12 The Notary Enters the Carriage R. F. Babcock 26 He Cannot Choose but Hear (Heading) Donn P. Crane 29 I Shot the Albatross Donn P. Crane 33 And Straight the Sun Was Flecked With Bars Donn P. Crane 38THE DAFFODILS
By William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,—
A host of golden daffodils
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I, at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced, but they
Outdid the sparkling waves in glee;
A poet could not but be gay
In such a jocund company;
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought.
For oft, when on my couch I lie,
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.