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Graded Poetry: Seventh Year

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And the bride-maidens whisper'd, "'Twere better by far, To have match'd our fair cousin with young Lochinvar." One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reach'd the hall-door, and the charger stood near: So light to the croup the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! "She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur; They'll have fleet steeds that follow," quoth young Lochinvar. There was mounting 'mong Graemes of the Netherby clan; Fosters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran: There was racing and chasing, on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar? * * * * * FRANCIS SCOTT KEY AMERICA, 1780-1843 THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER[1] O say, can you see, by the dawn's early light,
Notes and Queries, Number 185, May 14, 1853 A Medium of Inter-communication for Literary Men, Artists, Antiquaries, Genealogists, etc.

CONTENTS. NOTES:-- Page English Books of Emblems, by the Rev. Thomas Corser 469 Author of Tract on "Advantages of the East India Trade, 1720, 8vo.," by James Crossley 471 "Ake" and "Ache," by Thomas Keightley 472 Localities mentioned in Anglo-Saxon Charters, by B. Williams 473 Inedited Letter 473 A Shaksperian Book 474 MINOR NOTES:--Shakspeare's Monument--Archbishop Leighton and Pope: Curious Coincidence Of Thought and Expression--Grant of Slaves--Sealing-wax 475 QUERIES:-- Walmer Castle, by C. Waymor 475 Scotchmen in Poland, by Peter Cunningham 475 Bishop Juxon and Walton's Polyglott Bible 476 MINOR QUERIES:--Was Andrew Marvell poisoned?--Anonymous Pamphlet by Dr. Wallis--Mrs. Cobb's
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming-- Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the clouds of the fight O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming! And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there. O! say, does the star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave? On that shore dimly see through the mists of the deep Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, now conceals, now discloses? Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam, In full glory reflected now shines on the stream; 'Tis the star-spangled banner; O long may it wave O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave! And where is that band who so vauntingly swore That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion A home and a country should leave us no more? Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave; And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave.