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To show they still are free'. 'Methinks Ib hear A spirit in your echoes, an'swer me, i 2 And bid your tenant welcome to his home', Again. ! i O sa cred forms, | how proud' you look"! How high you lift your heads into the sky'!! How huge, you are! | how mighty, I and how free!! Ye are the things that tow'r-Ithat shine.- | whose smile Makes glad'— whose frown is ter rible - whose fornis Robed, or un'robed, I do all the impress wear || Of awe divine. | Ye guards of liberty, I I'm with you once again ! — SFF I call to you With all my voice'! — I hold my hands to you | To show they still are free' — \ I rush to you! As though I could embrace you'!1
BATTLE OF HOHENLINDEN.
of Iserh rolling rapidly. I
The darkness of her scenery. I
By torch, and trumpet fast array'd', 1
To join the dreadful revelry. I
Then shook the hills with thunder riv'n ;,
Far flash'd the red artillery. I
of Iser rolling rapidly. I
Shout in their sulph'rous canopy. I
And charge with all thy chivalry® ! ||
Shall be, a soldier's sep,ulchre. I
SPEECH OF ROLLA TO THE PERUVIAN ARMY.
[From Kotzebue's Pizarro.)
(R. B. SHERIDAN.) My brave associates! | partners of my toil',, my feel'ings, and my fame.! | Can Rolla's words add vigor 1 to the virtuous" energies') which inspire your hearts'? | No ! | you have judged as I have, 1 the foulness of the crafty plea' 1 by which these bold invaders would delude you. | Your generous spirit | has compared as mine has, 1 the mo'tives | which, in a war like this', I can animate their minds, and ours !
They, by a strange frenzy driven, fight for power, for plun'der, I and extended rule. — | We, for our coun'. try, | our altars, I and our homes. | They follow an adventurer | whom they fear, I and obey a power, which they hate.. I We serve a monarch" | whom we love. — a God | whom we adore !
Whene'er they move in an'ger, desolation tracks their prog ress; 1 where'er they pause in am'ity, | affliction mourns their friend ship. 1 They boast — they come but to improve our state', / enlarge our thoughts, and free us from the yoke of er ror! 1 Yes - they will give enlightened freedom to our minds, / who are themselves' ì the slaves of passion, | av'arice, and pride. I
They offer us their protection. | Yes, – such protection | as vultures give to lambs', — covering, and devouring them! | They call on us to barter all of good we have inherited, and proved', for the desperate chance of something better | which they prom ise.
Be our plain answer this, : / The throne we honor is the people's choice — | the laws we reverence | are our brave fathers' legacy — | the faith we follow ! teaches us to live in bonds of charity with all mankind, I and die with hopes of bliss | beyond the grave. I Tell your invaders this'; / and tell them too', / we seek no' change; I and least of all', / such change | as they would bring us. |
CHILDE HAROLD'S ADDRESS TO THE OCEAN.
Môn'nårk; not monnuck. Move in anger; not mo-vin-nang ger. • Pause in amity ; not paw-zin-nam'ity.
e Plain als Awer, not plain-nan'swer. Rév'er-ens; not revurunce.
Ye elements !-1 in whose ennobling stir/
In deeming such inhabil ma.ny a spot? |
sea, where noneonely shoroods, !
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
To mingle with the u'niverse, , and feel |
Roll on'," I thou deep, and dark-blue ocean — roll !!
lle sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan', ' Without a grave,/unknell'd, uncof'fin'd, and unknown.
His steps are not upon thy paths, - | thy fields
His petty hope', ! in some near port, or bay., 1 Then dashest him again to earth' :- there let him lay:
- - - ---- - - • Roll on; not roll-lon'. Důst. • Port, or bay; not Pester Bay. • Agen'.
The armaments which thunderstrike the walls
They melt into thy yest" of waves, | which mar, Alike, the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar. I
Thy shores are em'pires, I chang'd in all save theeAssyria, Greece, Rome', Carthage, what are they? | Thy waters wasted them while they were free', i And many a tyrant since ; | their shores obey | The stranger, slave', or savage; | their decay | Has dri'd up realms to des erts :- not so thou', 1 Unchange able, , save to thy wild waves' play,
Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow
Thou glorious mirror, / 'where the Alinighty's form
The monsters of the deep are made ; each zone ! Obeys' thee; Ithou goest forth,idr«ad',lfath omless, alone.
sp And I have lov'd' thee, o'cean! I and my joy ! Of youthful sports, i was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward: 1 from a boy' I wanton'd with thy break.ers : | they to me, i Were a delight'; , and, if the fresh'ning sea | Made them a terror —l't was a plea sing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee,
And trusted to thy billows, far, and near, 1 And 'aid my hand upon thy mane'- as I do here. !
.Mor'nårks: not mon'nucks. "Yesi. • Traf-fål-går