From Cowper's "Selkirk."

[Let the pupil determine the office of each Phrase.]

1. I am monarch of all I survey,a*

My right there is none to dispute,dt
From the centera* all round to the sea,a*
I am lord of the fowl and the brute.b*
O Solitude! where are the charms

That sages have seen in thy face ?a*
Better dwellet in the midste* of alarms,*
Than reignet in this horrible place.a*

2. I am out of humanity's reach ;a*
I must finish my journey alone,
Never hear the sweet music of speech,a*
I start at the sounde* of my own.a*
The beasts that roam over the plaina*
My form with indifferencea* see;
They are so unacquainted with man,a*
Their tameness is shocking to me.**

3. Society, friendship, and love,

Divinely bestowed upon man,«*
O, had I the wings of a dove,<*
How soon would I taste you again!

My sorrows I then might assuage

a*

In the wayse* of religion and truth,¿*
Might learn from the wisdome* of age,«
And be cheered by the sallies** of youth.*

4. Religion! what treasures untold

Reside in that heavenly word !a*
More precious than silver or gold,

Or all that this Earth can afford.6*
But the sound of the church-going bella*
These valleys and rocks never heard,
Never sighed at the sounde* of a knell,«*
Or smiled when a Sabbath appear'd.

5. Ye winds, that have made me your sport,at
Convey to this desolate shorea*

Some cordial, endearing report

Of a land I shall visit no more.a*
My friends, do they now and then send
A wish or a thought after me ?a*
O tell mea* I yet have a friend!
Though a friend I am never to see.at

-Simple Phrase.
-Compound Phrase.
C-Intransitive Phrase.

d-Transitive Phrase.

-Complex Phrase.

* Prepositional Phrase. † Infinitive Phrase. Independent Phrase. Participial Phrase.

6. How fleet is the glance of the mind !a*
Compared with the speed** of its flight,a*
The tempest itself lags behind,

And the swift-winged arrows of light.a*
When I think of my own native land,a*
In a momenta I seem to be there;
But alas! recollection at handa*

Soon hurries me back to despair.<*

7. But the sea-fowl has gone to her nest,«*
The beast is laid down in his lair;a
.a*
Even here is a season of rest,a a*

And I to my cabina* repair.
There's mercy in every place,a*

And mercy-encouraging thought !—
Gives even afflictiona* a grace

And reconciles man to his lot.a*

Let the pupil determine

1. What are the Phrases in the following stanzas ? 2. What are their Offices in construction?

3. What are their Principal Parts?

4. What are their Adjuncts?

"But from the mountain's grassy side
A guiltless feast I bring;

A scrip with herbs and fruits supplied,
And water from the spring.

"Then, pilgrim, turn, thy cares forego;
All earth-born cares are wrong;
Man wants but little here below,
Nor wants that little long."

Soft as the dew from heav'n descends,
His gentle accents fell;

The modest stranger lowly bends,
And follows to the cell.

Far in a wilderness obscure
The lonely mansion lay;

A refuge to the neighboring poor,
And strangers led astray.

No stores beneath its humble thatch
Requir'd a master's care;

The wicket, opening with a latch,
Receiv'd the harmless pair.

And now when busy crowds retire
To take their evening rest,
The hermit trimm'd his little fire,
And cheer'd his pensive guest.
And spread his vegetable store,
And gaily prest, and smil'd;
And, skill'd in legendary lore,
The ling'ring hours beguil'd
Around in sympathetic mirth,
Its tricks the kitten tries;
The cricket chirrups in the hearth,
The crackling fagot flies.

But nothing could a charm impart
To soothe the stranger's woe;
For grief was heavy at his heart,
And tears began to flow.

His rising cares the hermit spied,

With answ'ring care opprest:

"And whence, unhappy youth," he cried,
"The sorrows of thy breast?

"From better habitations spurn'd,
Reluctant dost thou rove;

Or grieve for friendship unreturn'd,
Or unregarded love?

"Alas! the joys that fortune brings
Are trifling, and decay;

And those who prize the paltry things,

More trifling things than they.

Oh! sacred star of evening, tell

In what unseen celestial sphere
Those spirits of the perfect dwell,
Too pure to rest in sadness here.

Roam they the crystal fields of light,
O'er paths by holy angels trod;
Their robes with heavenly luster bright,
Their home the paradise of God?

Soul of the just! and canst thou soar

Amid those radiant spheres sublime,
Where countless hosts of heaven adore,
Beyond the bounds of space or time?
And canst thou join the sacred choir,
Through heaven's high dome the song to raise,
When seraphs strike the golden lyre,
In ever-during notes of praise?

Oh! who would heed the chilling blast,
That flows o'er time's eventful sea,
If bid to hail, its perils past,

The bright wave of eternity?

And who the sorrows would not bear
Of such a transient world as this,
When hope displays, beyond its care,
So bright an entrance into bliss?

A Grecian youth of talents rare,
Whom Plato's philosophic care
Had formed for Virtue's nobler view,
By precept and example too,

Would often boast his matchless skill,
To curb the steed and guide the wheel?

And as he passed the gazing throng,

With graceful ease, and smacked the thong,
The idiot wonder they expressed

Was praise and transport to his breast.

At length, quite vain, he needs would show

His master what his art could do;

And bade his slaves the chariot lead

To Academus' sacred shade.

The trembling grove confessed its fright,
The wood-nymphs started at the sight;
The muses drop the learned lyre,
And to their inmost shades retire.

Howe'er, the youth, with forward air,
Bows to the sage, and mounts the car:
The lash resounds, the coursers spring,
The chariot marks the rolling ring;
And gathering crowds, with eager eyes,
And shouts, pursue him as he flies.

Triumphant to the goal returned,
With nobler thirst his bosom burned;
And now along the indented plain
The self-same track he marks again,
Pursues with care the nice design,
Nor ever deviates from the line.

Amazement seized the circling crowd;
The youth with emulation glowed;
Even bearded sages hailed the boy,
And all but Plato gazed with joy.

For he, deep-judging sage, beheld
With pain the triumphs of the field;
And when the charioteer drew nigh,
And flushed with hope had caught his eye,
"Alas! unhappy youth," he cried,

Expect no praise from me," and sighed.
"With indignation I survey

Such skill and judgment thrown away;
The time profusely squandered there
On vulgar arts beneath thy care,
If well employed, at less expense,
Had taught thee honor, virtue, sense,
And raised thee from a coachman's fate,
To govern men, and guide the state."
TO A STAR.

[The Stanzas are numbered.]
1. THOU bright glittering star of even,
Thou gem upon the brow of heaven!
Oh! were this fluttering spirit free,
How quick 'twould spread its wings to thee!

2. How calmly, brightly dost thou shine,
Like the pure lamp in virtue's shrine!
Sure the fair world which thou may'st boast,
Was never ransomed, never lost.