40 They fought, like brave men, long and well; They piled that ground with Moslem 1 They conquered -but Bozzaris fell, His few surviving comrades saw His smile when rang their proud hurrah, Then saw in death his eyelids close 45 Calmly, as a night's repose, Like flowers at set of sun. Come to the bridal chamber, Death, Come to the mother, when she feels, For the first time, her first-born's breath; 50 Come when the blessed seals That close the pestilence are broke, And crowded cities wail its stroke; Come in consumption's ghastly form, The earthquake shock, the ocean storm; 55 Come when the heart beats high and warm, With banquet song and dance and wine, And thou art terrible; the tear, The groan, the knell, the pall, the bier, And all we know, or dream, or fear 60 Of agony, are thine. 65 But to the hero, when his sword Has won the battle for the free, Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word, The thanks of millions yet to be. Of sky and stars to prisoned men; Thy summons welcome as the cry When the land wind, from woods of And orange groves, and fields of balm, 1Indian Isles, India, the land that Columbus supposed he had reached. 2 Genoese, Columbus. 3 Haytian, of Hayti. 80 Bozzaris! with the storied brave Greece nurtured in her glory's time, Rest thee; there is no prouder clime. She wore no funeral weeds for thee, Nor bade the dark hearse wave its plume, 85 Like torn branch from death's leafless tree, In sorrow's pomp and pageantry,1 The heartless luxury of the tomb. But she remembers thee as one Long loved, and for a season gone. 90 For thee her poet's lyre is wreathed, Her marble wrought, her music breathed; For thee she rings the birthday bells; Of thee her babes' first lisping tells; For thine her evening prayer is said 25 At palace couch and cottage bed. Her soldier, closing with the foe, Gives for thy sake a deadlier blow ; His plighted maiden, when she fears For him, the joy of her young years, 100 Thinks of thy fate, and checks her tears. And she, the mother of thy boys, Though in her eye and faded cheek 1 Pageantry, formal display. Is read the grief she will not speak, The memory of her buried joys, 105 And even she who gave thee birth, Will, by her pilgrim circled hearth, Talk of thy doom without a sigh; For thou art freedom's now, and fame's, 110 One of the few, the immortal names FITZ-GREENE HALLECK. QUESTIONS FOR STUDY Stanzas one and two give two contrasting pictures. Describe each. What was the meaning of the Turk's dream? What was happening to disturb his dream? What is the meaning of lines 47-57? What is contrasted with this in the following stanza? Why should Bozzaris welcome death? What reward was to be his? What is the meaning of "thou art freedom's now, and fame's"? (line 108.) Fitz-Greene Halleck, 1790-1867, was one of the earliest poets of America. He was a friend of Irving, with whose Rip Van Winkle and Legend of Sleepy Hollow you are doubtless familiar. ESCAPE FROM A PANTHER Elizabeth Temple and Louisa had gained the summit of the mountain, where they left the highway, and pursued their course under the shade of the stately trees that crowned the eminence.1 The day was becoming warm, and the girls plunged more deeply into the forest, as they found its invigorating 2 coolness agreeably contrasted to the excessive heat they had experienced in their ascent. The conversation, as if by mutual consent, was entirely changed to the little incidents and scenes of their walk ; and every tall pine, and every shrub and flower, called forth some simple expression of admiration. In this manner they proceeded along the margin of the precipice, catching occasional glimpses of the placid Otsego, or pausing to listen to the rattling of wheels and the sounds of hammers that rose from the valley to mingle the signs of men with the scenes |