Time out of mind, this forge of ores; 85 Link in the alps' globe-girding chain; 90 Kindly to plant, and blood, and kind, In whom the stock of freedom roots; 95 Tales of many a famous mount, Wales, Scotland, Uri, Hungary's dells; 100 And lifting man to the blue deep The Indian cheer, the frosty skies, Rear purer wits, inventive eyes, - 96. The places of this line have their heroes in the next, bards in Wales, Rob Roy in Scotland, William Tell in Uri; Scanderbeg (Iskander-beg, i. e., Alexander the Great) is the name given by the Turks to the Robin Hood of Epirus, George Castriota, 1414-1467. Eyes that frame cities where none be, And hands that stablish what these see; 110 And by the moral of his place Hint summits of heroic grace; Man in these crags a fastness find In the wide thaw and ooze of wrong, 125 Soft! let not the offended muse Their talismans are ploughs and carts; 135 And well the youngest can command Honey from the frozen land; With clover heads the swamp adorn, Weave wood to canisters and mats; No bird is safe that cuts the air From their rifle or their snare; 145 No fish, in river or in lake, But their long hands it thence will take; Like wax, their fashioning skill betrays, 150 Bridge gulfs, drain swamps, build dams and milis And games to breathe his stalwart boys: 65 They bide their time, and well can prove, If need were, their line from Jove; 170 Whose throbs are love, whose thrills are song. Now in sordid weeds they sleep, 153. See Emerson's poem of the World-Soul. 175 Fourscore or a hundred words But they turn them in a fashion Past clerks' or statesmen's art or passion. 180 And the learned lecture, well; Spare the clergy and libraries, Thrives here, unvalued, underfoot. 185 Rude poets of the tavern hearth, Squandering your unquoted mirth, 190 Goes like bullet to its mark; While the solid curse and jeer Never baulk the waiting ear. On the summit as I stood, O'er the floor of plain and flood 195 Seemed to me, the towering hill Was not altogether still, But a quiet sense conveyed; 175. "The vocabulary of a rich and long-cultivated language like the English may be roughly estimated at about one hundred thousand words (although this excludes a great deal which, if 'English' were understood in its widest sense, would have to be counted in); but thirty thousand is a very large estimate for the number ever used, in writing or speaking, by a well-educated man; three to five thousand, it has been carefully estimated, cover the ordinary need of cultivated intercourse; and the number acquired by persons of lowest training and narrowest information is considerably less than this." The Life and Growth of Language, by W. D. Whitney, p. 26. "Many feet in summer seek, 200 Oft, my far-appearing peak; In the dreaded winter time, None save dappling shadows climb, Old as the sun, old almost as the shade. 205 And comest thou To see strange forest and new snow, And leavest thou thy lowland race, 210 And wouldst be my companion, 215 At the burning Lyre, With its stars of northern fire, "Ah! welcome, if thou bring 220 My secret in thy brain; To mountain-top may Muse's wing 225 And how the hills began, The frank blessings of the hill "Let him heed who can and will; 230 To stand the hurts of time, until |