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[A hundred years ago the Greeks were trying to throw off the yoke of the Turks, who were Moslems (or Mohammedans) by religion, as their ancient ancestors had driven back the hosts of the Persian king, at the battle of Platea.]
sup'pli ance, submission; tro'phies, signs of triumph; mon'arch, king; signet ring, the royal seal; Eden's garden bird, the bird of Paradise; Suliotes, a Grecian people, who had long been resisting the Turks; sur viv'ing, remaining alive.
1. Read the whole poem through. What do you like about it? 2. Picture to yourself the scene of the first stanza. What are the Turks doing? 3. At the same hour what are the Greeks doing? 4. Which is the most stirring stanza? 5. Commit to memory the last four lines of the third stanza. 6. Which lines tell you that Bozzaris loved his country more than his life? 7. In the first stanza, what lines rhyme?
Written Composition. Read the first stanza of Marco Bozzaris several times, until you see very clearly the picture the poet draws. Then see if you can make the scene as clear in prose—the hour, the place, the sleeping soldiers. The composition that describes the scene best might be written on the blackboard in order that all may compare it with the poet's lines.
Spelling. Write from dictation the first four lines of Marco Bozzaris; also the following words:
monarch, conqueror, breathed, trophies, heroes, shriek, vein,
HOW THOR WENT TO THE LAND OF GIANTS
[Our early ancestors on the mainland of Europe — who have now developed into the Germans and Austrians, the Dutch, the Danes, the Swedes, and the Norwegians had many myths of gods and heroes. The following selections tell of their gods,— Odin, the greatest of them all, whose name is preserved in "Wodin's day" or Wednesday; Thor, the thunder god, whose name is preserved in "Thor's day" or Thursday; and several others, of whom we need now only mention Loki, an agile, mischievous, and evil spirit; and Baldur, the most gracious and beautiful of Odin's children, who came to his death at Loki's hands. In the first selection Thor and Loki are setting out for Giants' Home, there to threaten the race of the giants, who are the enemies of the gods.]
ONCE on a time, Thor and Loki set out on a journey from Asgard, the city of the gods, to Giants' Home, accompanied by Thialfi, their servant. They crossed the sea, and then journeyed on, on, on in the strange, barren, misty land. Sometimes they crossed great 5 mountains; sometimes they had to make their way among torn and rugged rocks, which often, through the mist, appeared to them to wear the forms of men, and once for a whole day they traversed a thick and tangled forest. In the evening of that day, being 10 very tired, they saw with pleasure that they had come upon a spacious hall, of which the door, as broad as the house itself, stood wide open.
"Here we may very comfortably lodge for the night," said Thor; and they went in and looked about them.
The house appeared to be perfectly empty; there was a wide hall, and five smaller rooms opening into it. They 6 were, however, too tired to examine it carefully, and as no inhabitants made their appearance, they ate their supper in the hall, and lay down to sleep. But they had not rested long before they were disturbed by strange noises, groanings, mutterings, and snortings, louder than any 10 animal that they had ever seen in their lives could make. By and by the house began to shake from side to side, and it seemed as if the very earth trembled. Thor sprang up in haste, and ran to the open door; but, though he looked earnestly into the starlit forest, there 15 was no enemy to be seen anywhere. Loki and Thialfi, after groping about for a time, found a sheltered chamber to the right, where they thought they could finish their night's rest in safety; but Thor, with Miolnir, his hammer, in his hand, watched at the door of the house 20 all night. As soon as the day dawned he went out into the forest, and there, stretched on the ground close by the house, he saw the strange, uncouth, gigantic shape of a man, out of whose nostrils came a breath which swayed the trees to their very tops. There was no need 25 to wonder any longer what the disturbing noises had been. Thor fearlessly walked up to this strange monster to have a better look at him; but at the sound of
"Who are you?" said Thor, standing on tiptoe, and 5 stretching his neck to look up; "and why do you make such a noise as to prevent your neighbors from sleeping?
"My name is Skrymir," said the giant sternly; “I need not ask yours. You are little Thor of Asgard; but pray, now, have you done with my glove?"
As he spoke he stooped down, and picked up the hall where Thor and his companions had passed the night, and which, in truth, was nothing more than his glove, the room where Loki and Thialfi had slept being the thumb.
his footsteps the giant shape rose slowly, stood up to an immense height, and looked down upon Thor with two great misty eyes, like blue mountain lakes.
Thor rubbed his eyes, and felt as if he must be dreaming. Rousing himself, however, he raised his hammer in his hand, and trying to keep his eyes fixed on the giant's face, which seemed to be always changing, he said, "It is time that you should know, Skrymir, that I am come to 20 Giants' Home to fight and conquer such evil giants as you are, and, little as you think me, I am ready to try my strength against yours."
"Try it, then," said the giant.
And Thor, without another word, threw his hammer 25 at his head.
"Ah! Ah!" said the giant; "did a leaf touch me?" Again Thor seized his hammer, which always returned