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To show they still are free'. ' 'Methinks I hear
A spirit in your echoes, answer me, I
2 And bid your tenant welcome to his home',
Again ! | O sacred 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—that shine. — | whose smile
Makes glad — whose frown is ter rible, whose fornis
Robed, or un'robed, I do all the impress wcar |
Of awe divine. | Ye guards of liberty, I
I'm with you once again ! — SIN 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', I
All bloodless lay the untrodd'n snow, |
And dark as winter, was the flow' |

Of Iserh rolling rapidly. 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. Ī

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

To join the dreadful revelry. I

. Still, are ; not stillar. Methinks, I ; not me-think'si . gen. d Proud, you look; not prow'jew-look. e Huge, yon are ; not hew'jew-are. Embrace you ; not embra'shew. Lin' den ; not Lindun. E'sůr. i Hars’mán; not hosmun.

Then shook the hills with thun der riv'n;,
Then rush'd the steed to battl, driv'n; /
And louder than the bolts of heav''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 dàrker 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 — f'On', ye brave','
Who rush to glory, or the grave !
Wave, Munich,' | all thy banners, wave'!|

And charge with all thy chivalrye ! |
mpFew, 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. |

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[From Kotzebue's Pizarro.]

(R. B. SHERIDAN.) My brave associates ! | partners of my toil',, my feel'ings, I and my fame.! | Can Rolla’ss 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: I by which these bold invaders would delude you. | Your generous spirit has compared as mine has, | the motives | which, in a war, like this', I can animate their minds, and ours. |

d Mú'nik. b Vêr'tshs.


a Artil'lůr-ré. • Lin'dên; not Lindun.

Shiv'al-ré. i BE-neti'. & Rollaż ; not Rolluz. ds. i En'ér-džèž. j And ours; not Ann Dowers.

They, by a strange frenzy driven, fight for power, for plunder, and extended rule. — We, for our country, our altars, I 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. — a God | whom we adore !

Whene'er they move in an'ger, desolation tracks their prog ress; i 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! | Yes' – they will give enlightened freedom to our minds, / who are themselves the slaves of pas'sion, | av'arice, , and pride: 1

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

Be our plain answer" this : [ The throne we honor | is the peo ple'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 mankind., 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.

ise. 1


O that the desert were my dwell'ing-place,
With one fair spirit for my minister, 1
That I might all forget the human race',

1 And, hating no one, I love but only her! • Mon'nårk; not monnuck. Move in anger; not mo-vin-nang ger. • Pause in amity; not paw-zin-nam'ıty.

• Plain at xwer, not plain-nan'swer. ' Rèv'ér-éns; not revurunce.

Ye elements !- in whose ennobling stir
I feel myself exalted | can ye not i
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 rapture on the lonely shore', /
There is society, where none intrudes |
By the deep sea', , and music in its roar. |
I love not man the less, but nature more', I
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. I

Roll on'," | thou deep, and dark-blue ocean - roll:!|
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, | nor doth remain 1
A shadow of man's ravage, | save his own,
When, for a moment, like a drop of rain',

lle sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan', | Without agrave,/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, I thou dost all despise, I Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies', And send'st him, I'shivering in thy playful spray, | And howling to his gors', ì ?where haply lies | His petty hope', ! in some near port, or bay, Then dashest him again to earth':- there let him lay,

b Důst.

• Roll on; not roll-lon'. Bay. • Agen'.

· Port, or bay; not Perter

The armaments which thunderstrike the walls / of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs" tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans whose huge ribs make Their clay-creator the vain title take i of 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.

Thy shores are empires, I chang'd in all save thee - 1
Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they?
Thy waters wasted them while they were free',
And many a tyrant since ; their shores obey |
The stranger, slave', or savage; | their decay
Has dri’d up realms to deserts :- | not so thou', 1
Unchange able, | save to thy wild waves' play -

Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow 1 Such as creation's dawn' beheld, thou rollest now.

Thou glorious mirror, 'where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tem pests; . ?in all time, Calm, or convulsid: - Tin breeze', or gale', or storm, ! Icing the pole', ! or in the torrid clime. I Dark-heaving; bound less, and less, and sublime-1 The image of eternity – I'the throne | of the Invis ible; ! 'e'en from out thy slime' | The monsters of the deep are made ; each zonel Obeys thee; thou goest forth, idr ad',lfath omless, alone.

8p And I have lov'd' thee, o'cean! | and my joy! Of youthful sports, I was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, on ward: ! 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- I't was a plea sing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, !

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

Mòn'nårks: not mon'nucks. Yest. Tråf-fal-går

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