9. 10 Your heart, old man! forgive-ha! on your lives Let him not faint! rack him till he revives! "Vain-vain-give o'er. His eye Glazes apace. He does not feel you now. Stand back! I'll paint the death dew on his brow! But for one moment-one- -till I eclipse Conception with the scorn of those calm lips! 66 Shivering! Hark! he mutters Brokenly now; that was a difficult breath; Is his heart still? Aha! lift up his head! Rules this unreined ambition! Let it once The heart to ashes, and with not a spring WILLIS. CLXXI.-THE SEMINOLE'S DEFIANCE. 1. BLAZE, with your serried columns! I will not bend the knee; The shackle ne'er again shall bind the arm which now is free! I've mailed it with the thunder, when the tempest muttered low; And where it falls, ye well may dread the lightning of its blow. 2. Some strike for hope of booty; some to defend their all:I battle for the joy I have to see the white man fall. I love, among the wounded, to hear his dying moan, the stream; And struggling through the everglade your bristling bayonets gleam. But I stand as should the warrior, with his rifle and his spear; The scalp of vengeance still is red, and warns you-" Coina not here!" Think ye to find my homestead?—I gave it to the fire. I live on hate-'t is all my bread; yet light is not my food. I ne'er will ask for quarter, and I ne'er will be your slave; But I'll swim the sea of slaughter till I sink beneath the wave! G. W. PATTEN. CLXXII.-LOVE OF COUNTRY. 1. BREATHES there the man, with soul so dead, "This is my own, my native land!" From wandering on a foreign strand? 2. High though his titles, proud his name, 3 O Caledonia! stern and wild, Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, That knits me to thy rugged strand? SCOTT. CLXXIII.-VARIETIES. 1.-MELANCHOLY. 1. O MAN! while in thy early years, Which tenfold force give nature's law, 2. Look not alone on youthful prime, But see him on the edge of life, Then age and want, oh! ill-matched pair! 3. A few seem favorites of fate, In pleasures lap caressed; Yet think not all the rich and great Are likewise truly blest. But, oh! what crowds in every land 4 Many and sharp the nameless ills More pointed still we make ourselves, And man, whose heaven-erected face That, of a nation armed, the strength contained; Useless, and thence ridiculous about him; And, since his strength with eye-sight was not lost, Он, agony of fear! 4.-FEAR. MILTON. Would that he yet might live! even now I heard They had a warrant for his instant death, All was prepared by unforbidden means, Which we must pay so dearly, having done, Even now they search the tower, and find the body, Now they suspect the truth; now they consult Before they come to tax us with the fact; O, horrible! 't is all discovered! 5. THE POWER OF LOVE. SHELLEY. BUT love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Still climbing trees in the Hesperides? Subtle as sphinx, as sweet and musical As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair; |