pathetic, and the results were almost tragic. Wandering about, with his rusty old gun, with his long, gray beard falling to his waist, and in tattered clothing of another age, in the streets of his own village, but without a familiar face, no wonder that Rip was startled, lonely, lost, as we should be were we to sleep for half a century and then awake to find the world so changed as to be to us what ours would now be to our ancestorsa new world. 1. Myths, religions, persecution, confessed, slumbered, heathenism, realizing, champion, liquor, provoked, laziness, draughts, hastened, shuffled, reproach, pathetic, tragic. 2. In these legends, did all the sleepers grow old? When you read them, try to find the reason for this difference and the moral of the legend. Where are the Kaatskills? Where is Ephesus? The signs on the hotel show that this legend of Rip Van Winkle was told in what century? 1. XLIX. SUMMER STORM. Untremulous in the river clear, Toward the sky's image, hangs the imaged bridge; So still the air that I can hear The slender clarion of the unseen midge; Out of the stillness, with a gathering creep, Like rising wind in leaves, which now decreases, Now lulls, now swells, and all the while increases, 2. On the wide marsh the purple-blossomed grasses Soak up the sunshine; sleeps the brimming tide, Save when the wedge-shaped wake in silence passes 3. Of some slow water-rat, whose sinuous glide Wavers the emerald sedge's shade from side to side; But up the west, like a rock-shivered surge, Climbs a great cloud edged with sun-whitened spray; Huge whirls of foam boil toppling o'er its verge, And falling still it seems, and yet it climbs alway. Suddenly all the sky is hid As with the shutting of a lid; One by one great drops are falling Doubtful and slow; Down the pane they are crookedly crawling, Slowly the circles widen on the river, Here and there the slenderer flowers shiver, 4. Now on the hills I hear the thunder mutter; Up from the stream with sluggish flap 5. Look! look! that livid flash! And instantly follows the rattling thunder, Fell, splintering with a ruinous crash, On the earth, which crouches in silence under; And now a solid gray wall of rain Shuts off the landscape, mile by mile; For a breath's space I see the blue wood again, And, ere the next heart-beat, the wind-hurled pile, That seemed but now a league aloof, Bursts rattling over the sun-parched roof. 6. Against the windows the storm comes dashing; Through tattered foliage the hail tears crashing; The blue lightning flashes, 7. The rapid hail clashes, The white waves are tumbling, And crashing and crumbling, Will silence return never more? Hush! still as death, The tempest holds his breath, As from a sudden will; The rain stops short; but from the eaves You see it drop, and hear it from the leaves 8. And loud and long Again the thunder shouts One quivering flash, One wildering crash, As if the cloud, let Leapt bodily below go, To whelm the earth in one mad overthrow, And then a total lull. Gone, gone, so soon! No more my half-crazed fancy there Makes her calm forehead bare, 1. Untremulous, clarion, precarious, sinuous, baffled, bodingly, quivering, whelm, portent. 2. Try to imagine the scene and describe it. What is meant by "a confused noise between two silences"? "towards the sky's image"? "a fitful rest"? "a breath's space"? |