A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell;— But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell! Did ye not hear it?-No;-'t was but the wind, On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before! Arm! arm! it is!—it is!—the cannon's opening roar! Within a window'd niche of that high hall Sate Brunswick's fated chieftian; he did hear That sound the first amidst the festival, And caught its tone with Death's prophetic ear; And when they smiled because he deem'd it near, His heart more truly knew that peal too well Which stretch'd his father on a bloody bier, And roused the vengeance blood alone could quell: He rush'd into the field, and, foremost fighting, fell! Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blush'd at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, 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 night so sweet such awful morn could rise? And there was mounting in hot haste; the steed, And the deep thunder, peal on peal, afar; While throng'd the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering with white lips, "The foe! they come, they come!" And wild and high the "Cameron's gathering" rose! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard-and heard, too, have her Saxon foes:- The stirring memory of a thousand years; And Evan's, Donald's fame rings in each clansman's ears. Ere evening to be trodden like the grass, Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure; when this fiery mass Of living valor, rolling on the foe, And burning with high hope, shall molder cold and low! Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay; The midnight brought the signal sound of strife; The thunder-clouds close o'er it, which, when rent, Which her own clay shall cover-heap'd and pent, -Byron. CLXVI. CATILINE'S DEFIANCE. CONSCRIPT Fathers, I do not rise to waste the night in words; But here I stand for right—let him show proofs- But this I will avow, that I have scorn'd, And still do scorn, to hide my sense of wrong! The Roman from his birthright; and, for what? Vipers, that creep where man disdains to climb, Come, consecrated Lictors, from your thrones; Banish'd from Rome! What's banish'd, but set free Banish'd! I thank you for 't. It breaks my chain! To leave you in your lazy dignities. But here I stand and scoff you! here, I.fling To stir a fever in the blood of age, Or make the infant's sinew strong as steel. This day's the birth of sorrows! This hour's work Will breed proscriptions! Look to your hearths, my lords! I go; but not to leap the gulf alone: I go; but, when I come, 't will be the burst Of ocean in the earthquake-rolling back In swift and mountainous ruin. Fare you well! Shall quench its flame! Back, slaves! I will return! -Croly. CLXVII. THE MISER AND PLUTUS. THE wind is high, the window shakes, Along the silent room he stalks; Looks back and trembles as he walks! Each lock and every bolt he tries, But now with sudden qualms possessed, "Had the deep earth her store confined, This heart had known sweet peace of mind; But virtues 's sold! Good heavens! what price "O bane of good! seducing cheat! "Gold sowed the earth with every ill- CLXVIII.-SHORT SELECTIONS. SLEEP. How many thousand of my poorest subjects, Why, rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, And lull'd with sounds of sweetest melody? O thou dull god, why liest thou with the vile, In loathsome beds; and leav'st the kingly couch, Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafening clamor in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes? |