Imagens das páginas
PDF
ePub

To show they still are free'. . 'Methinks I hear
A spirit in your echoes, answer me, I
And bid your tenant welcome to his home',
Again! jo sacred forms, | how proud, you looka! |
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.— I whose smile
Makes glad — whose frown is ter rible - whose forms
Robed, or un'robed, I do all the impress wcar |
Of awe divine. | Ye guards of liberty, I
I'm with you once again ! - Sf 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

BATTLE OF HOHENLINDEN.

(CAMPBELL)
On Linden, when the sun was low', |
All bloodless lay the untrodd'n snow,
And dark as win'ter, was the flow' |

Of Iserrolling rap,idly. I
But Linden saw another sight,
When the drum beat at dead of night, I
Commanding fires of death, to light |

The darkness of her scenery.]

By torch, and trumpet fast array'd', !
Each horsemani drew his battle blade ; |
And furious every charger neigh'd', !

To join the dreadful rev elry. I

• Still, are; not stillar. • Methinks , 1 ; not me-think'si • Agên. ' Proud, you look; not prow'jew-look. • Huge yon are ; not hew'jew-are. ' Embrace you ; not embra'shew. Lin' dèn; not Lindun. "E'sůr. · Hårs'man; not hosmun.

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

Far flash'd the red artillery |
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', I
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 — Fron', ye brave', '
Who rush to glory, or the grave!

.]
Wave, Munich,' | all thy banners, wave'!!

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

Shall be a soldier's sep ulchre. I

SPEECH OF ROLLA TO THE PERUVIAN ARMY.

(From Kotzebue's Pizarro.]

(R. B. SHERIDAN.) My brave associates ! ! partners of my toil',, my feel'ings, I and my fame, ! 'Can Rolla's words add vigor | to the virtuous" energies' which inspire your hearts? | No! | you have judged as I have, i the foulness of the crafty plea: | by which these bold, invaders would delude you. Your generous spirit ! has compared as mine has, the mo'tives | which, in a war like this', I can animate their minds, and ours.

* Artil'lůr-ré. • Lin'den; not Lindun.

Shiv'al-re. ' Be-neth'. Rol'laż ; not Rolluz. ds. i En'ér-dzéž. j And ours; not Ann Dowers.

d Mu'nik. b Vertsho

They, by a strange frenzy driven, fight for power, for plun'der, I and extended rule. — | We, for our country, | our altars, and our homes. | They follow an adventurer whom they fear., I and obey a power which they hate. ! We serve a monarch“ | whom we love. — 1 a God | whom we adore !

Whene'er they move in anger, desolation tracks their progress; I where'er they pause in am'ity, affliction mourns their friend ship. | They boast — they come but to improve our state', enlarge our thoughts, and free us from the yoke of error! | Yes - they will give enlightened freedom to our minds, who are themselves' ¡ the slaves of passion, , av'arice, and pride.

They offer us their protection. 1 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 honori is the people's choice — | the laws we reverences are our brave fathers' legacy – | the faith we follow ! teaches us | to live in bonds of charity with all mankindi, and die with hopes of bliss | beyond the grave..! Tell your invaders this'; / and tell them too', / we seek no change ; , and least of all', / such change as they would bring us.

CHILDE HAROLD'S ADDRESS TO THE OCEAN.

(BYRON.) 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,!1 • 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. (Révér-éns; not revurunce.

Ye elements !- in whose ennobling stir
I feel myself exalted | can ye not
Accord me such a being ? | Do I err |

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

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, !
There is a rap'ture on the lonely shore', |
There is society, where none intrudes |
By the deep sea', | and music in its roar. I
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.,

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

Roll on',9 | thou deep, and dark-blue ocean — Troll:!| Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain. ; ] Man marks the earth' with ruin - his controll Stops with the shore; - | upon the watery plain | The wrecks are all thy' deed, i nor doth remain | A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, | When, for a moment, like a drop of rain', i

Ile sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan', | Without a grave,/unknell’d", uncoffin'd, and unknown.

His steps are not upon thy pathsı, — | 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, I Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies', 1 And send'st him, / 'shivering in thy playful spray, | And howling to his gods', ì 'where haply lies His petty hope', 1 in some near port, or bay, I Then dashest him again to earth':- there let him lay,.

b Důst.

· Roll on; not roll-lon'. Bay. d Agen'.

• Port, or bay; not Purter

The armaments which thunderstrike the walls !
Of rock-built cities, | bidding nations quake, 1
And monarchs" tremble in their capitals, !
The oak leviathans , whose huge ribs make
Their clay-creator the vain title take
or lord of thee, and arbiter of war;
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 empires, chang'd in all save thee Assyria, 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 i Has dri'd up realms to deserts :- | not so thou', ) Unchange able, save to thy wild waves' play, - 1

Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow Such as creation's dawn' beheld, thou rollest now.

Thou glorious mirror, 'where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; 1 'in all' time, 1 Calm, or convuls'd' - j in breeze', or gale', or storm., | Icing the pole', ! or in the torrid clime, I Dark-heaving; bound less, end'less, and sublime-1 The image of eternity - | 'the throne | of the Invisible; / 'e'en from out thy slime ! The monsters of the deep are made ; each zone | Obeys'thee ; Ithou goest forth, dread',lfathomless, lalone

* And I have lov'd thee, o'cean! | and my joy! Of youthful sports, was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward: ! from a boy' | I wanton'd with thy break.ers: they to me, i Were a delight'; , and, if the fresh'ning seal Made them a terror — | 't was a plea sing fear, For I was as it were a child' of thee, i

And trusted to thy billows, far, and near', ! And 'aid my hand upon thy mane' - | as I do here. I

- Môn'nårks: not mon'nucks. Yèst. Traf-fal-går

« AnteriorContinuar »