2. Lo! from the regions of the North, Fastens on the Olynthian* towers. "Where rests the sword ?-where sleep the brave? Awake! Cecropia's ally save From the fury of the blast; Burst the storm on Phocis' walls; 3. The jarring States, obsequious now, Lightning flashing from his eye! "To arms! to arms! to arms!" they cry, Let us conquer him-or die !" 4. Ah! Eloquence! thou wast undɔne; And blotted out the stars of heaven. To where the Tiber pours his urn, 5. Now shining forth, thou mad'st compliant Sinking fast in Slavery's arms! I see thee stand by Freedom's fane, *Olynthus was a celebrated town of Macedonia, which was destroyed by Philip, and the inhabitants sold for slaves. + Philip, king of Macedon. The Tarpeian rock is a hill at Rome, about 80 feet in perpendicular height, whence condemned criminals were sometimes thrown. Giving vast conceptions birth; 6. First-born of Liberty divine! Put on Religion's bright array; Rise, kindling with the orient beam; Unfold the garments roll'd in blood! And point the way to Heaven-to God. LESSON CLXXVII. Death of Marco Bozzaris.*—Halleck. 1. Ar midnight, in his guarded tent, The Turk was dreaming of the hour, In dreams, through camp and court, he bore In dreams his song of triumph heard ; As Eden's garden bird. 2. An hour passed on-the Turk awoke; "To arms! they come! the Greek! the Greek!" He fell in an attack upon the Turkish Camp at Laspi, the site of the ancient Platæa, August 20, 1823, and expired in the moment of victory. His last words were " To die for liberty is a pleasure, not a pain " "Strike-till the last armed foe expires, 3. They fought like brave men, long and well, His few surviving comrades saw 4. Come to the bridal chamber, Death! The groan, the knell, the pall, the bier, 5. But to the hero, when his sword The thanks of millions yet to be. Greece nurtured in her glory's time, We tell thy doom without a sigh; 2 LESSON CLXXVHI. Dream of Clarence.-SHAKSPEare. 1. O, I ve passed a miserable night, So full of ugly sights, of ghastly dreams, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days: was the time. 2. Methought that I had broken from the tower, And was embarked to to Burgundy, And in my company my * me to walk Who from my cabin Upon the hatches. Thence we looked toward England, And cited up a thousand heavy t times, During the wars of York and Lancaster, That had befallen us. As we passed along Upon the giddy footing of the hatches, Methought that Gloucester stumbled, and in falling drown! 3. O, then methought, what pain it was All scattered in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's sculls; a 4 in those holes: And mocked the dead bones that lay scattered by. * Richard III, king of England, in 1483. I passed, methought, the melancholy flood, The first that there did greet my stranger-soul, 6. Then came wandering by A shadow like an angel, with bright hair Dabbled in blood, and he shrieked out aloud"Clarence is come, false, fleeting, perjured Clarence, That stabbed me in the field by Tewkesbury; Seize on him, furies! take him to your torments!" With that, methought a legion of foul fiends Environed me, and howled into mine ears Such hideous cries, that with the very noise I trembling waked; and for a season after Could not believe but that I was in hell; Such terrible impression made my dream. |