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2 ページ - twixt Now and Then! This breathing house not built with hands, This body that does me grievous wrong, O'er aery cliffs and glittering sands, How lightly then it flashed along : — Like those trim skiffs, unknown of yore, On winding lakes and rivers wide, That ask no aid of sail or oar, That fear no spite of wind or tide!
28 ページ - And now the work of life and death Hung on the passing of a breath; The fire of conflict burned within, The battle trembled to begin: Yet, while the Austrians held their ground, Point for attack was nowhere found; Where'er the impatient Switzers gazed, The unbroken line of lances blazed: That line 'twere suicide to meet, And perish at their tyrants' feet, — How could they rest within their graves, And leave their homes the homes of slaves?
27 ページ - So dense, so still, the Austrians stood, A living wall, a human wood! Impregnable their front appears, All horrent with projected spears, Whose polished points before them shine, From flank to flank, one brilliant line, Bright as the breakers' splendors run Along the billows to the sun.
28 ページ - Annihilates the invader's power ! All Switzerland is in the field — She will not fly, she cannot yield, She must not fall ; her better fate Here gives her an immortal date. Few were the numbers she could boast...
1 ページ - twixt Now and Then ! This breathing house not built with hands, This body that does me grievous wrong, O'er aery cliffs and glittering sands, How lightly then it flashed along : — Like those trim skiffs, unknown of yore. On winding lakes and rivers wide, That ask no aid of sail or oar, That fear no spite of wind or tide...
26 ページ - MAKE way for Liberty!"— he cried; Made way for Liberty, and died ! In arms the Austrian phalanx stood, A living wall, a human wood ! A wall, where every conscious stone...
2 ページ - This drooping gait, this altered size: But Spring-tide blossoms on thy lips, And tears take sunshine from thine eyes! Life is but thought: so think I will That Youth and I are house-mates still Dew-drops are the gems of morning, But the tears of mournful eve!
29 ページ - twas no sooner thought than done, The field was in a moment won; "Make way for Liberty!" he cried, Then ran, with arms extended wide, As if his dearest friend to clasp; Ten spears he swept within his grasp; "Make way for Liberty!