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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


On Linden, when the sun was low', /
All bloodless lay the untrodu'n snow,
And dark as winter, was the flow' |

of Iserh rolling rapidly. I
But Linden“ saw another sight, I
When the drum beat at dead of night, 1
Commanding fires of death, to light |

The darkness of her scenery. I

By torch, and trumpet fast array'd', 1
Each horseman' drew his battle blade ; /
And furious every charger neigh'd', I

To join the dreadful revelry. I

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Then shook the hills with thunder riv'n ;,
Then rush'd the steed to battle driv'n; |
And louder than the bolts of heav'n, I

Far flash'd the red artillery. I
And redder yet those fires shall glow |
On Linden's hills of blood-stain'd snow. ;
And darker yet, shall be the flow |

of Iser rolling rapidly. I
'Tis morn', - | but scarce yon lurid sun, 1
Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, i
Where furious Frank, and fiery Hun' |

Shout in their sulph'rous canopy. I
The combat deep 'ns — S'On', ye brave', '
Who rush to glory, or the grave ! ||
Wave, Munich, | all thy banners, wave'! |

And charge with all thy chivalry® ! ||
m>Few, few shall part where many meet! |
The snow shall be their winding-sheet, I
And every turf beneath their feet', I

Shall be, a soldier's sep,ulchre. I


[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 !

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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. |


O that the desert were my dwell'ing-place, |
With one fair spirit for my minister,
That I might all forget the human race',
And, hating no one, I love but only her, !|

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/
I feel myself exalted can ye not
Accord me such a being? | Do I err |

In deeming such inhabil ma.ny a spot? |
Though with them to converse, can rarely be our lot. :

sea, where noneonely shoroods, !

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rap'ture on the lonely shorc, 1
There is society, where none intrudes
By the deep sea', , and music in its roar. 1
I love not man the less, but nature more',
From these, our interviews, in which I steal |
From all I may be, or have been before, 1

To mingle with the u'niverse, , and feel |
What I can ne'er express', 1 yet cannot all conceal. I

Roll on'," I thou deep, and dark-blue ocean — roll !!
Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; 1
Man marks the earth' with ruin - his controll
Stops with the shore ; — upon the watery plain
The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain
A shadow of man's ravage, / save his own, /
When, for a moment,I like a drop of rain', i

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
Are not a spoil for him', - thou dost" arise, /
And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields
For earth's destruction, thou dost all despise,
Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies',
And send'st him, ' 'shivering in thy playful spray,
And howling to his gods', ì 'where haply lies

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
Of rock-built cities, , bidding nations quake, 1
And monarchs' tremble in their capitals,
The oak levi'athans , whose huge ribs make
Their clay-creator the vain title take
of lord of thee', and arbiter of war; i
These are thy toys., | and, as the snowy flake', i

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
Such as creation's dawn' beheld, thou rollest now. i

Thou glorious mirror, / 'where the Alinighty's form
Glasses itself in tem pests; 1 'in all' time, i
Calm, or convuls'd' -i in breeze', or gale', or storm, 1
Icing the pole', / or in the torrid clime, I
Dark-heaving; boundless, and'less, and sublime-1
The image of eternity - i 'the throne 1
of the Invis ible; 1 'e'en from our thy slime 1

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

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