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And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge !
Ye living flowers that skirt the eternal frost !
Once more, hoar mount! with thy sky-pointing peaks, Oft from whose feet the avalanche, unheard,
70 Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene, Into the depth of clouds that veil thy breast, Thou, too, again, stupendous mountain I thou, That, as I raise my head, awhile bowed low In adoration, upward from thy base
75 Slow-travelling with dim eyes suffused with tears, Solemnly seemest, like a vapory cloud, To rise before me— rise, O ever rise, Rise, like a cloud of incense, from the earth ! Thou kingly spirit throned among the bills, Thou dread ambassador from earth to heaven, Great hierarch! tell thou the silent sky, And tell the stars, and tell yon rising sun, Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God!
Battle of Waterloo.-BYRON.
1. There was a sound of revelry by night;
And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her beauty and her chivalry; and bright
The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men;
A thousand cearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell,
Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage-bell ; — But hush! bark l a deep sound strikes like a rising knell
2. Did ye not hear it ? — No: 't was but the wind,
Or the car rattling o'er the stony street: On with the dance! Let joy be unconfined ;
No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet
To chase the glowing hours with flying feet; But hark! that heavy sound breaks in once more,
As if the clouds its echo would repeat; And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before ! Arm! arm ! it is — it is — the cannon's opening roar.
3. Within a windowed niche of that high hall, ..
Sat Brunswick's fated chieftain: he did hear
And caught its tone with Death's prophetic ear;
And when they smiled because he deemed it near, His heart more truly knew that peal too well,
Which stretched his father on a bloody bier, And roused the vengeance blood alone could quell: He rushed into the field, and, foremost fighting, fell.
4. Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro,
And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago
Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness;
And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs
Which ne'er might be repeated : who could guess If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, Since upon night so sweet such awful morn could rise ?
5. And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed,
The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed,
And swiftly forming in the ranks of war;
And the deep thunder, peal on peal, afar,
Roused up the soldier, ere the morning star;
6. And wild and high the “ Cameron's gathering” rose !
The war-note of Locbiel, which Albin's bills
How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills,
Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills Their mountain-pipe, so fill the mountaineers
With the fierce native daring which instils The stirring memory of a thousand years; And Evan’s, Donald's fame rings in each clansman's ears!
7. And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves,
Dewy with nature's tear-drops, as they pass,
Over the unreturning brave, — alas!
Which now beneath them, but above shall grow
In its next verdure, when the fiery mass Of living valor, rolling on the foe, And burning with high hope, sball moulder cold and low.
8. Last noon beheld them full of lusty life;
Last eve, in Beauty's circle proudly gay:
The morn, the marshalling in arms, — the day,
Battle's magnificently-stern array !
The earth is covered thick with other clay,
Reflections at Midnight.—DR. YOUNG.
The bell strikes One. We take no note of time
How poor, how rich, how abject, how august,
How complicate, bow wonderful, is man!
'Tis past conjecture; all things rise in proof: