COUNTRY - PATRIOTISM. Still panting o'er a crowd to reign, Bright as the sun her eyes the gazers strike, There's danger in the dazzling eye, Those beaming looks would fain beguile. But why, O, why on all thus squander Why let the looks at random wander, MOORE. POPE MRS. OSGOOD C. F. HOFFMAN 149 COUNTRY-PATRIOTISM. A great man struggling in the storms of fate, But where to find the happiest spot below, Boasts of his golden sands and palmy wine;— POPE. GOLDSMITH'S Traveller. Whither where equinoctial fervours glow, GOLDSMITH'S Traveller. 150 COUNTRY - PATRIOTISM. Gay sprightly and of mirth and social joy! GOLDSMITH'S Traveller. The wandering mariner, whose eye explores The wealthiest isles, the most enchanting shores, Then said the mother to her son, And pointed to his shield; "Come with it, when the battle's done, Breathes there a man with soul so dead, This is my own-my native land! J. MONTGOMERY R. MONTGOMERY. SCOTT's Last Minstrel. Wert thou all that I wish thee, great, glorious and free, MOORE. Carolina, Carolina! Heaven's blessings attend her! Let Spain boast the treasures that grow in her mines ; COUNTRY-PATRIOTISM. Our bosoms with rapture beat high at thy name, Thy health is our transport-our triumph thy fame; 151 Like our sires, with cur swords we 'll support thy renown; What they bought with their blood we 'll defend with our own On, on to the just and glorious strife, With your swords your freedom shielding; Sweet clime of my kindred, blest land of my birth! Oh heaven! he cried, my bleeding country save! CAMPBELL'S Pleasures of Hope. Hope for a season bade the world farewell, CAMPBELL'S Pleasures of Hope They never fail who die In a great cause: the block may soak their gore, But still their spirit walks abroad. Though years They but augment the deep and sweeping thoughts The world at last to freedom. BYRON'S Marino Fuliera 152 COUNTRY - PATRIOTISM. Snatch from the ashes of your sires BYRON'S Giaour. The Niobe of Nations! there she stands, -While the tree BYRON'S Childe Harold Of freedom's wither'd trunk puts forth a leaf, BYRON'S Childe Harold. Yes, honour decks the turf that wraps their clay. BYRON'S Childe Harold. Who, all unbrib'd, on freedom's ramparts stand, CHARLES SPRAGUE England! with all thy faults, I love thee still. Cowper. When a patriot falls, must he fall in the battle, 'Tis the war of opinion, where few can be found, Who are prowling around them, and aiming their blows. And they who for their country die, Shall fill an honour'd grave; For glory lights the soldier's tomb, MRS. DANA, J. R. DRAKE. COUNTRY-COURAGE-COURTIER. They love their land because it is their own, 153 COURTIER-PARASITE. Full little knowest thou, that hast not tried, SPENSER'S Mother Hubbard's Tale |