O THE ANTIQUITY OF FREEDOM FREEDOM! thou art not, as poets dream, A fair young girl, with light and delicate limbs, With which the Roman master crowned his slave With tokens of old wars; thy massive limbs Are strong with struggling. Power at thee has launched And his swart armorers, by a thousand fires, Have forged thy chain; yet while he deems thee bound, The links are shivered, and the prison walls WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT. THE BATTLE OF THE BALTIC F Nelson and the North OF Sing the glorious day's renown, When to battle fierce came forth All the might of Denmark's crown, And her arms along the deep proudly shone: In a bold, determined hand, And the Prince of all the land Like leviathans afloat, Lay their bulwarks on the brine, While the sign of battle flew On the lofty British line: It was ten of April morn by the chime. But the might of England flushed And her van the fleeter rushed O'er the deadly space between. 172 THE BATTLE OF THE BALTIC "Hearts of Oak!" our captains cried; when each gun From its adamantine lips Spread a death shade round the ships, Again! again! again! And the havoc did not slack, Their shots along the deep slowly boom:- As they strike the shattered sail, Light the gloom. Now joy, old England, raise For the tidings of thy might, Whilst the wine cup shines in light; By thy wild and stormy steep, THOMAS CAMPBELl. Ο THE CAVALRY CHARGE UR good steeds snuff the evening air, Halt! Each carbine sent its whizzing ball: Dash on beneath the smoking dome! Charge! Cling! clang! forward all! Heaven help those whose horses fall! They flee before our fierce attack! They fall! they spread in broken surges! The bugles sound the swift recall; Home, and good-night! EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN. |