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Why rather, Sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs,
Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee,

And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber
Than in the perfumed chambers of the great,
Under the canopies of costly state,

And lull'd with sounds of sweetest melody?

O thou dull god, why liest thou with the vile,
In loathsome beds; and leav'st the kingly couch,
A watch-case, or a common 'larum-beli?

2. Wilt thou, upon the high and giddy mast,
Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains
In cradle of the rude, imperious surge,3

And in the visitation of the winds,

Who take the ruffian' billows by the top,
Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them
With deaf'ning clamors in the slippery clouds,
That, with the hurly, death itself awakes;—
Canst thou, O partial Sleep! give thy repose
To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude;
And, in the calmest and most stillest night,
With all appliances and means to boot,
Deny it to a king? Then, happy low, lie down!
Uneasy lies the head that wears' a crown.

SHAKSPEARE

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Will there be any heart still memory keeping
Of heretofore?

2. When the great winds, through leafless forests rushing, Sad music make ;—

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1 Måst.- Rude (råd).—3 Surge (sårj).— (kerl'ing).— Hurly (her'ly), a tumult.

Ruffian (råf' yan).-- Curling
Wears (wärz).

When the swollen streams, o'er crag and gully gushing, Like full hearts break,

Will there then one, whose heart despair is crushing, Mourn for my sake?

3. When the bright sun upon that spot is shining, With purest ray,

And the small flowers, their buds and blossoms twining,
Burst through that clay,-

Will there be one still on that spot repining
Lost hopes all day?

4. When no star twinkles with its eye of glōry
On that low mound,

And wintry storms have, with their ruins hōary
Its loneness crown'd,

Will there be then one, versed in misery's story,
Pacing it round?-

5. It may be so; but this is selfish sorrow
To ask such meed,-

A weakness and a wickedness to borrow,
From hearts that bleed,

The wailings of to-day for what to-morrow
Shall never need.

6. Lay me then gently in my nărrōw dwelling,
Thou gentle heart;

And though thy bosom should with grief be swelling, Let no tear start:

It were in vain,-for time has long been knelling

SAD ONE, DEPART!

182. THE PAUPER'S DEATH-BED.

1. READ softly,—bow the head,—
In reverent silence bow;

No passing-bell doth tōll,-
Yet an immortal soul

Is passing now.

MOTHERWELL

1.

2. Stränger, however great,

With hōly reverence bow;—
There's one in that poor shed,-
One by that paltry bed,—
Greater than thou.

3. Beneath that beggar's roof,

Lo! death doth keep his state;
Enter, no crowds attend;

Enter, no guards defend
This palace gate.

4. That pavement, damp and cold,
No smiling courtiers tread;

One silent woman stands,
Lifting, with meager hands,
A dying head.

5. No mingling voices sound,-
An infant wail alone;

A sob suppress'd,—again
That short, deep gasp, and then
The parting groan.

6. Oh, change!-oh, wondrous change!—
Burst are the prison bars,-

This moment, there, so low,
So agonized, and now
Beyond the stars!

7. Oh, change!-stupendous change!
There lies the soulless clod;
The Sun eternal breaks,-
The new immortal wakes,-

Wakes with his God!

CAROLINE BOWLES SOUTHEY.

183. WARREN'S ADDRESS.

TAND! the ground's your own, my braves--

STA

Will ye give it up to slaves?

Will ye look for greener graves?
Hope ye mercy still?

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Look behind you! they're a-fire!
And before you, see

Who have done it! From the vale
On they come! and will ye quail ?—-
Leaden rain and iron hail

Let their welcome be!

3. In the God of battles trust!
Die we may-and die we must;
But, oh, where can dust to dust
Be consign'd so well,

As where heaven its dews shall shed
On the martyr'd patriot's bed,

And the rocks shall raise their head,
Of his deeds to tell?

REV. JOHN PIERPONT.

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184. SPARTACUS TO THE GLADIATORS At Capua.

T had been a day of triumph in Căpuä.' Len'tulus, returning with victorious eagles, had amused the populace with the sports of the amphitheater to an extent hitherto unknown even in that luxurious' city. The shouts of revelry had died away; the roar of the lion had ceased; the last loiterer had retired from the banquet; and the lights in the palace of the victor were extinguished.

2. The moon, piercing the tissue of fleecy clouds, silvered

'Cap'u a, a fortified city of Naples. It was built out of the ruins of ancient Capua, the city here referred to, the remains of which, about two miles E., include a gate, and portions of a large amphitheater.- Luxurious (lug zu're ůs), delighting in the pleasures of the table; devoted to to pleasure.

the dew-drops on the corslet of the Roman sentinel, and tipped the dark waters of the Vulturnus' with a wavy, tremulous light. No sound was heard, save the last sob of some retiring wave, telling its story to the smooth pebbles of the beach; and then all was still as the breast when the spirit has departed. In the deep recesses of the amphitheater, a band of glădiators3 were assembled; their muscles still knotted with the agony of conflict, the foam upon their lips, the scowl of battle yet lingering on their brows; when Spar'tacus, starting forth from amid the throng, thus addressed them:

3. "Ye call me chief; and ye do well to call him chief who, for twelve long years, has met upon the arēna every shape of man or beast the broad empire of Rome could furnish, and who never yět lowered his arm. If there be one among you who can say, that ever, in public fight or private brawl, my actions did belie my tongue, let him stand forth, and say it. If there be three in all your company dare face me on the bloody sands, let them come on.

a hired butcher, a My ancestors came

4. "And yet I was not always thus, savage chief of still more savage men! from old Sparta, and settled among the vine-clad rocks and citron groves of Syrasella. My early life ran quiet as the brooks by which I spōrted; and when, at noon, I gathered the sheep beneath the shade, and played upon the shepherd's flute, there was a friend, the son of a neighbor, to join me in the pastime. We led our flocks to the same pasture, and partook together our rustic meal.

5. "One evening, after the sheep were folded, and we were all scated beneath the myrtle which shaded our cottage, my

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1 Vul tur' nus, now Volturno (vol for no), a river of Naples.Glåd' i å tor, a sword-player; a prize-fighter.- SPAR' TA Cus, a celebrated gladiator, a Thracian by birth, who having escaped from Capuă along with some of his companions, was soon followed by other gladiators, and by slaves, robbers, pirates, and other desperate men. After having defeated four of the consular armies of Rome, he was met and completely routed by the pretor CRASSUS, having lost not less than 40,000 of his followers. SPARTACUS behaved with great valor; and when he fell, it was upon a heap of Romans whom he had sacrificed to his fury (B. c. 71).

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