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YE MARINERS OF ENGLAND. | In both from age to age, thou didst
rejoice, YE mariners of England!
They were thy chosen music, LibThat guard our native seas;
erty! Whose flag has braved a thousand There came a tyrant, and with holy years
glee The battle and the breeze:
Thou foughtst against him, but hast Your glorious standard launch again,
vainly striven; To match another foe!
Thou from thy Alpine holds at And sweep through the deep,
length art driven, While the stormy tempests blow; Where not a torrent murmurs heard While the battle rages loud and long,
by thee. And the stormy tempests blow. Of one deep bliss thine ear hath been
berett: The spirit of your fathers
Then cleave, () cleave to that which Shall start from every wave!
still is left; For the deck it was their field of fame, For, high-souled maid, what sorrow And ocean was their grave;
would it be Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, That mountain tloods should thunder Your manly hearts shall glow,
as before, As ye sweep through the deep,
And ocean bellow from his rocky While the stormy tempests blow;
shore, While the battle rages loud and long, And neither awful voice be heard And the stormy tempests blow.
WORDSWORTH. Britannia needs no bulwark, No towers along the steep; Iler inarch is o'er the mountain
SONNET. wares, Ier home is on the deep.
ALAS! what boots the long, laborious With thunders from her native oak
quest She quells the flood below, —
Of moral prudence, sought through As they roar on the shore,
good and ill; When the stormy tempests blow; Or pains abstruse, to elevate the When the battle rages loud and long,
will, And the stormy tempests blow. And lead us on to that transcendent
rest The meteor flag of England
Where every passion shall the sway Shall yet terrific burn,
attest Till danger's troubled night depart, Of Reason, seated on her sovereign And the star of peace return.
hill ? Then, then, ye ocean warriors, What is it but a vain and curious Our song and feast shall How
skill, To the fame of your name,
If sapient Germany must lie deWhen the storm has ceased to blow;
pressed When the fiery fight is heard no inore, Beneath the brutal sword ? Iler And the storm has ceased to blow.
haughty schools CAMPBELL. Shall blush; and may not we with
A few strong instincts and a few THOUGIIT OF A BRITON ON
plain rules, THE SUBJUGATION OF Among the herdsmen of the Alps, SWITZERLAND.
More for mankind at this unhappy Two voices are there, -one is of
day, the sea,
Than all the pride of intellect and One of the mountains, - each a
thought. inighty voice;
No sleep till morn, when youth and
pleasure meet To chase the glowing hours with
tlving feet. But, hark! - that heavy sound
breaks in once more, As if the clouds its echo would
repeat, And nearer, clearer, deadlier than
before! Arm! arm! it is - it is - the can
non's opening roar!
BRAVE Schill! by death delivered,
take thy flight From Prussia's timid region. Go,
and rest With heroes, 'mid the Islands of the
Blest, Or in the fields of empyrean light. A meteor wert thou crossing a dark
night; Yet shall thy name, conspicuous
and sublime, Stand in the spacious firmament of
time, Fixed as a star: such glory is thy
right. Alas! it may not be: for earthly fame Is fortune's frail dependent; yel
there lives A Judge, who, as man claims by
merit, gives; To whose all-pondering mind a
noble aim, Faithfully kept, is as a noble deed; In whose pure sight all virtue doth succeed.
Within a windowed niche of that
high hall Sate Brunswick's fated chieftain:
he did hear That sound the first amidst the
festival, And caught its tone with death's
prophetic ear; And when they smiled because be
deemed it near, His heart more truly knew that
peal too well Which stretched his father on a
bloody bier, And roused the vengeance blood
alone could quell: He rushed into the field, and, fore
most fighting, fell.
TIere was a sound of revelry by
night, And Belgium's capital had gath
ered then Her beauty and her chivalry, and
bright The lamps shone o'er fair women
and brave men: A thousand hearts beat happily;
bell: But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes
like a rising knell!
Ah! then and there was hurrying
•to and fro, And gathering tears, and trem
blings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which, but an
hour ago, Blushed at the praise of their own
loveliness; And there were sudden parting
such as press The life from out young hearts,
and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated:
who could guess If ever more should meet those
mutual eyes, Since upon wiglit so sweet such
awful morn could rise?
Did ye not hear it? – No; 'twas
but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony
street: On with the dance! let joy be
And there was mounting in hot
haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the
clattering car, Went pouring forward with impet
And swiftly forming in the ranks | Commanding fires of death to light of war;
The darkness of her scenery. And the deep thunder peal on peal afar;
By torch and trumpet fast arrayed, And near, the beat of the alarming Each horseman drew his battle blade, druun
And furious every charger neighed, Roused up the soldier ere the To join the dreadful revelry.
morning star; While thronged the citizens with Then shook the hills with thunder terror dumb,
riven, Or whispering, with white lips, “The Then rushed the steed to battle foe! They come!they come!”
driven, BYRON. And louder than the bolts of heaven
Far flashed the red artillery.
IN THE FIGHT.
But redder yet that light shall
glow The voice is heard through rolling On Linden's hills of stained snow, drus
And bloodier yet the torrent flow That beat to battle where he Of Iser, rolling rapidly.
stands; Thy face across his fancy comes, 'Tis morn, but scarce von lurid sun
And gives the battle to his hands: Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling A moment, while the trumpets blow,
dun, He sees his brood about thy knee; Where furious Frank and fiery Hun The next, like fire he meets the foe, Shout in their sulphurous canopy. And strikes him dead for thine and thee.
The combat deepens. On, ye brave, TENNYSON. Who rush to glory, or the grave!
Wave, Munich, all thy banners wave!
And charge with all thy chivalry! MURAT.
Ah! few shall part where many THERE, where death's brief pang
meet! was quickest,
The snow shall be their windingAnd the battle's wreck lay thickest,
sheet, Strewed beneath the advancing ban And every turf beneath their feet ner
Shall be a soldier's sepulchre. Of the eagles' burning crest
CAMPBELL. There with thunder-clouds to fan her
Victory beaming from her breast! While the broken line enlarsing
SONNET. Fell, or fled along the plain:There be sure Vurut was charging! It is not to be thought of that the There he ne'er shall charge again!
flood BYROX. Of British freedom, which, to the
Of the world's praise, from dark HOHENLINDEN.
Hath flowers, - with pomp of waters Ox Linden, when the sun was low,
wwithstood,' All bloodless lay the introdden snow, Roused though it be full often to a And dark as winter was the flow
mood Of Iser, rolling rapidly.
Which spurns the check of salutary
bands, Bit Linien saw another sight
That this most famous stream in When the drum beat, at dead of
bogs and sands night,
| Should perish, and to evil and to good Be lost forever. In our halls is hung | Him shall no sunshine from the Armory of the invincible knights of
fields of azure, old:
No drum-beat from the wall, We must be free or die, who speak No morning gun from the black the tongue
forts' embrasure, That Shakspeare spake — the faith Awaken with their call!
and morals hold Which Milton held. In every thing No more, surveying with an eye we are sprung
impartial Of Earth's first blood, have titles The long line of the coast, manifold.
Shall the gaunt figure of the old fieldWORDSWORTH.
Be seen upon his post! THE WARDEN OF THE CINQUE | For in the night, unseen, a single PORTS.
In sombre harness mailed,
The rampart wall has scaled ! And through the window-panes, on floor and panel,
He passed into the chamber of the Streamed the red autumn sun.
The dark and silent room; It glanced on flowing flag and rip- | And, as he entered, darker grew, pling pennoni,
and deeper And the white sails of ships;
The silence and the gloom. And, from the frowning rampart, the black cannon
He did not pause to parley, or disHailed it with feverish lips.
But smote the warden hoar — Sandwich and Romney, Ilastings, | Al! what a blow! that made all Hithe, and Dover,
England tremble Were all alert that day,
And groan from shore to shore. To see the French war-steamers speeding over
Meanwhile, without, the surly canWhen the fog cleared away.
. The sun rose bright o’erhead, Sullen and silent, and like couchant Nothing in Nature's aspect inti
mated Their camon, through the night, That a great man was dead! Holding their breath, had watched
LONGFELLOW. in grim defiance The seacoast opposite;
THE LOST LEADER. And now they roared, at drum-beat,
from their stations On every citadel; Each answering each, with morning Just for a handful of silver he left
salutations, That all was well!
Just for a ribbon to stick in his
coat; And down the coast, all taking up Found the one gift of which fortune the burden,
bereft us, Replied the distant forts –
Lost all the others she lets us As if to summon from his sleep the
They, with the gold to give, doled And lord of the Cinque Ports.
him out silver,
So much was theirs who so little | WESTWARD the course of Empire allowed.
takes its way. How all our copper had gone for his The four first acts already past, service!
A fifth shall close the drama with Rags — were they purple, his
the day: heart had been proud:
Time's noblest offspring is his last. We that had loved him so, followed
BISHOP GEORGE BERKELEY. him, honored him, Lived in his mild and magnificent eye,
ENTRANCE OF COLUMBUS Learned his great language, caught
INTO BARCELONA. his clear accents, Made him our pattern to live and
Lo! on his far-resounding path to die!
Sink crucitis and crown, Shakspeare was of us, Milton was And from high tower and balcony for us,
The light of Spain looks down, Burns, Shelley, were with us, –
For Beauty's dark, dark virgin eyes they watch from their graves!
Gleam ceaseless round him now, He alone breaks from the van and
As stars from still upheaving skies the freemen;
Would new-born from the waves He alone sinks to the rear and the
On his advancing prow. slaves!
We shall march prospering, - not
through his presence; Songs may inspirit us, — not from
his lyre; Deeds will be done — while he boasts
his quiescence, Still bidding crouch whom the
rest balle aspire. Blot out his name, then, - record
one lost soul inore, One task more declined, one more
foot-patlı uitrod, One more triumph for devils, and
sorrow for angels, One wrong more to man, one
more insult to God! Life's night begins; let him never
come back to lis! There would be doubt, hesitation,
and pain, Forced praise on our part, - the
glimmer of twilight, Never glad confident morning
again! Best fight on well, for we taught
him, - strike gallantly, Aim at our heart ere we pierce
through his own; Then let him receive the new knowl
edge and wait iis, Pardoned in Heaven, the first by the throne!
grounds; The pale man's axe rings through
their woods, The pale man's sail skims o’er their
foods; Their pleasant springs are dry; Their children, — look, by power
opprest, Beyond the mountains of the west, Their children go to die.
THE LANDING OF THE PIL
GRIM FATHERS IN NEW
On a stern and rockbound coast,
Their giant branches tossed.
And the heavy might lung dark
The hills and waters o'er,