And bade them summon De Courcy now. He is brought before the council There are chains upon his hands; With his silver hair, that aged knight, Like a rock o'erhung with foam-wreaths white, Proudly and calmly stands. He gazes on the monarch With stern and star-like eye; And the company muse and marvel much, His fetters hang upon him Like an unheeded thing; By some great-hearted king. And strange it was to witness How the false King looked aside ; The false King spake to his squires around, Bade them to fetter a form like thine; Thy sovereign knoweth thy fame too well." He paused, and a cloud on his dark brow fell; And his eye was like a star; And the words on the lips of the false King died, Not long did the heart of the false King thrill For it was hard, and mean, and chill; That feeling went and came. And now to the knight he made reply, Speak!" cried the king in that fearful pause; The old knight struck his foot on the ground, Waving his hand to the stately band Who stood by the monarch's throne, He hath crossed the booming ocean; To guard her fame, and to cleanse her name Advance! advance! ye knights of France, Lo! here I stand for England, And I defy you all!" From the east and the north came champions forth — They came in a knightly crowd; From the south and the west each generous breast Throbbed at that summons proud. But though brave was each lord, and keen each sword, No warrior could withstand The strength of the hero-spirit Which nerved that old man's hand. He is conqueror in the battle He hath won the wreath of bay; To the shining crown of his fair renown ray: He hath drawn his sword for England; He hath fought for her spotless name; Oft must this burthen ring "Though the crown be thine, and the royal line, He is in heart thy king!" THE FIREMAN. HOARSE wintry blasts a solemn requiem sung The velvet pall of midnight had been flung, And nature mourned through one wide hemisphere. Silence and darkness held their cheerless sway,. Save in the haunts of riotous excess; And half the world in dreamy slumbers lay, There broke a sound so dread and drear And filled a thousand throbbing hearts with fear. Hark! the faithful watchman's cry Confirms the fearful tale. The deep-mouthed bells, with rapid tone, And sounds of terror fright the chilly gale! At the first note of this discordant din, The gallant fireman from his slumber starts; And soon before his eyes And vail the frowning skies! Sudden a shriek assails his heart- And 'gainst the tottering wall, The ponderous ladder rears; His sinewy arm, with one rude crash, The admiring crowd, with hopes and fears, When lo! the daring youth appears, Hailed by a burst of warm, ecstatic cheers, ANONYMOUS. BATTLE OF WATERLOO. THERE was a sound of revelry by night, The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked 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 ! No; 't was but the wind, Did ye On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before! - Arm! arm! it is—it is the cannon's opening roar! Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro, Since upon night so sweet such awful morn could rise? And there was mounting in hot haste; the steed, Or whispering with white lips-"The foe! they come ! BYRON. THE AVENGING CHILDE. HURRAH! hurrah! avoid the way of the Avenging Childe; His horse is swift as sands that drift, an Arab of the wild; Avoid that knife in battle-strife: that weapon short and thin, The dragon's gore hath bathed it o'er, seven times 't was steeped therein; Seven times the smith hath proved its pith,--it cuts a coulter through; In France the blade was fashioned, from Spain the shaft it drew. - He sharpens it, as he doth ride, upon his saddle-bow, He sharpens it on either side, he makes the steel to glow : |