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6. And it bubbles and seefhes, and it hisses and roars,
As when fire is with water commixed and contending ;
And flood upon flood hŭrries on, never ending.
Like a sea that is laboring the birth of a sea. 7. And at last there lay open the desolate realm!
Through the breakers that whitened the waste of the swell,
The path to the heart of that fathomless hell.
driven, Like a gorge thro' the mountainous main thunder-riven. 8. The youth gave his trust to his Maker! Before
That path through the riven abyss closed again-
And, behold! he is whirled in the grasp of the main!
And the giant-mouth closed on the swimmer so bold. 9. O'er the surface grim silence lay dark and profound,
But the deep from below murmured hollow and fell ;
More hollow the gulf sent its howl from below.
And cry, “Who may find it shall win it, and wear;"
A crown at such hazard were valued too dear.
What the deeps that howl yonder in terror coaceal. 11. Oh many a ship, to that breast grappled fast,
gone down to the fearful and fathomless grave;
To be seen, tossed ăloft in the glee of the wave.-
12. And it bubbles and seethes, and it hisses and roars,
As when fire is with water commixed and contending ;
And flood upon flood húrries on, never ending.
Rushes roaringly forth from the heart of the gloom. 13. And, lo! from the heart of that far-floating gloom,
What gleams on the darkness so swanlike and white?
They battle—the Man's with the Element's might.
As a sign—as a joy!—shines the goblet of gold! 14. And he breathed deep, and he breathed lõng,
And he greeted the heavenly delight of the day. They gaze on each other—they shout as they throng
“He lives—lo the ocean has rendered its prey ! And out of the grave where the Hell began,
His valor has rescued the living man!" 15. And he comes with the crowd in their clamor and glee,
And the goblet his daring has won from the water,
And the king from her maidens has beckoned his daughter,
And thus spake the Diver—"Long life to the king! 16. “Happy they whom the rose-hues of daylight rejoice,
The air and the sky that to mortals are given!
Nor Man stretch too far the wide mercy of Heaven!
The Veil which is woven with Night and with TERROR! 17. “Quick-brightening like lightning-it tore me along,
Down, down, till the gush of a torrent at plāy,
As the wings of an eagle, it whirled me ăway.
Round and round in its dance the wild element spun me. 18. “And I called on my God, and my God heard my prayer,
In the strength of my need, in the gasp of my breath
And showed me a crag that rose up from the lair,
And I clung to it, trembling—and baffled the death !
On the spikes of the coral the goblet of gold. 19. “Below, at the foot of that precipice drear,
Spread the gloomy, and purple, and pathless obscure! A Silence of Horror that slept on the ear,
That the eye more appalled might the Horror endure! Salamander--snake-dragon-vast réptiles that dwell
In the deep—coiled about the grim jaws of their hell. 20. “Dark-crawled-glided dark the unspeakable swarms,
Like masses unshapen, made life hideously-
Here the Hammer-fish darkened the dark of the sea-
Went the terrible Shark—the Hyena of Ocean. 21. “There I hung, and the awe gathered icily o’er me,
So far from the earth where man's help there was none !
Alone-in a loneness so ghastly-ALONE!
With the death of the Main and the Monsters around. 22. “Methought, as I gazed through the darkness, that now
A hundred-limbed creature caught sight of its prey,
Of the cõral, I swept on the horrible way;
It seized me to save—King, the danger is o'er!” 23. On the youth gazed the monarch, and marveled-quoth he,
“Bold Diver, the goblet I promised is thine, And this ring will I give, a fresh guerdon to thee,
Never jewels more precious shone up from the mine; If thou'lt bring me fresh tidings, and venture again,
To say what lies hid in the innermost main!” 24. Then outspake the daughter in tender emotion,
“Ah! father, my father, what more can there rest? Enough of this sport with the pitilèss ocean
He has served thee as none would, thyself hast confest.
If nothing can slāke thy wild thirst of desire,
Be your knights not, at least, put to shame by the squire !" 25. The king seized the goblet-he swung it on high,
And whirling, it fell in the roar of the tide ;
And I'll hold thee the dearest that rides by my side,
The maiden whose pity now pleadèth for thee.”
And the hope and the love through his eyes spoke in fire,
The maiden she faints at the feet of her sire!
He resolves !—To the strife with the life and the death ! 27. They hear the loud surges sweep back in their swell ;
Their coming the thunder-sound heralds along!
They come, the wild waters, in tumult and throng,
SCHILLER. JOHANN CHRISTOPH FRIEDRICII VON SCHILLER, a German poet, dramatist, and historian, was born in Marbach, Würtemberg, November 10th, 1759, and died in Weimar, May 9th, 1805. His best prose production, “History of the Thirty Years' War,” published in 1791, is probably the best historical performance of which Germany can boast. His greatest performance, the drama of “Wallenstein," appeared in 1799. “William Tell,” his most popular drama, was published in 1804. He is probably best known by his ballads and lyric poems.
138. MORTE D'ARTHUR.
To all day long the noise of battle rolled
Among the mountains by the winter sea;
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“The sequel of to-day unsolders all
That without help I can not last till morn. 3. Thou, therefore, take my brand Excalibur,
Which was my pride ; for thou rememberest how
Watch what thou seest, and lightly bring me word.” 4. To him replied the bold Sir Bedivere :
“It is not meet, Sir King, to leave thee thus,
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