The Eagle (Volume 9) (Paperback)

Book may have numerous typos, missing text, images, or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1875. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... AFTER THE GREEK OF MOSCHUS. When calm beneath the summer sky I see the azure ocean lie, And balmy breezes from their rest Scarce move the ripples on its breast, Fear leaves my heart, and I would fain Go sailing o'er the sparkling main: Gone are the safe land's former charms Bright ocean woos me to her arms. But when the furious winds arise And the waves thunder to the skies, When sweeping o'er the storm-lashed sea The breakers roll resistlessly, And tumbling headlong in the bay Fringe the dark rocks with boiling spray, Then to the land I turn my eyes Where 'neath the trees the green grass lies. And shun the ocean, while the shore Seems calm and lovely evermore. There would I lie beneath the shade By the tall pine-tree's branches made, Where e'en the winds but serves to move The whispering music of the grove. Ah sad the seaman's life must be, His home his boat, his field the sea, And the swift wandering fish to snare, His dangerous task, his ceaseless care. Oh bound by slumber's peaceful chain Neath the deep leafage of the plane, Be mine at eve reclined to hear Some falling streamlet murmuring near, That soothes me with its echoing sound Nor yet disturbs my peace profound. H. W. S. WILLIAM SELWYN. INCE the last number of The Eagle was issued, the College has lost, in Professor Selwyn, one of its most distinguished and most devoted members. No name has been more familiar than that of Professor Selwyn to the later generations of Cambridge-men. Of those who have passed through the University within the last twenty years, there are few who have not had their attention arrested, some time or other, by a form and presence which have seemed to many to revive the very image of George Herbert, as it has been depicted by the artist or described by the biographer; few wh...