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Thy lyre. Poetry is here likened to the music of a lyre or harp. The ancient Greeks excelled in poetry.

of the three hundred. At Thermopylæ, a famous pass in the north-east of Greece, 10,000 Persians,under Xerxes, were engaged by 300 Spartans, under Leonidas, whose followers were all slain.

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And must thy lyre,* so long divine, 30 Degenerate into hands like mine?

'Tis something, in the dearth of fame,

Though linked among a fettered race,
To feel at least a patriot's shame,

E'en as I sing, suffuse my face ; 35 For what is left the poet here?

For Greeks a blush-for Greece a tear.
Must we but weep o'er days more blessed ?

Must we but blush ? Our fathers bled.

Earth! render back from out thy breast 40 A remnant of our Spartan dead !

Of the three hundred grant but three
To make a new Thermopylæ !
What! silent still ? and silent all ?

Ah! no ;-the voices of the dead 45 Sound like a distant torrent's fall,

And answer, “ Let one living head,
But one arise,—we come, we come ;
'Tis but the living who are dumb.

In vain-in vain : strike other chords ; 50 Fill high the cup of Samian wine ! *

Leave battles to the Turkish hordes,

And shed * the blood of Scio's vine !
Hark! rising to the ignoble call-

How answers each bold bacchanal ! 55 You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet

Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx *
Of two such lessons, why forget

The nobler and the manlier one ?
You have the letters Cadmus *

gave60 Think ye he meant them for a slave ?

Fill high the bowl with Samian wine !

We will not think of themes like these !
It made Anacreon's song divine :

He served—but served Polycrates 65 A tyrant; but our masters then

Were still, at least, our countrymen.
The tyrant of the Chersonese

Was freedom's best and bravest friend :

That tyrant was Miltiades ! 70 Oh that the present hour would lend


Samian wine! Samos, an island on the coast of Asia Minor, opposite Ionia, famous for its wine. And shed, &c., to make wine from the juice of the grape that grows on the island of Scio, off the coast of Asia Minor. Bacchanal, a worshipper of Bacchus, one who indulges in drink. Phalanx, a compact body of soldiers. Cadmus, the inventor of letters, and king of Thebes, which city he founded.

He came to Greece B.C. 1550. Polycrates, a king of Samos.


The Chersonese, the peninsula of the Morea, Greece. The inhabitants invested Miltiades, the hero of Marathon, with the sovereign power.

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I. of France.


THE GLOVE AND THE LIONS.—Leigh Hunt. King Fran- KING FRANCIS * was a hearty king, and loved a royal cis, Francis


And one day, as his lions strove, sat looking on the Gallant,

court: showy, splen

The nobles filled the benches round, the ladies by Crowning,

their side, complete, perfect. And ’mongst them Count de Lorge, with one he hoped Valour,

to make his bride : Royal beasts, And truly 'twas a gallant * thing to see that crown

ing * show, lion is called Valour* and love, and a king above, and the royal the king of


beasts * below.

the lions; the



in a furious manner.

Ramped * and roared the lions, with horrid laughing Ramped, jaws;

leaped about They bit, they glared,* gave blows like beams, a wind went with their paws ;

Glared, lookWith wallowing might and stifled roar they rolled on

ed fiercely. one another. 10 Till all the pit, with sand and mane, was in a thunderous * smother;

The bloody foam above the bars came whizzing

through the air;
Said Francis then : “Faith, gentlemen, we're better

here than there!”

a noise like thunder.

De Lorge's love o'erheard the king, a beauteous, lively

With smiling lips, and sharp bright eyes, which

always seemed the same :
15 She thought : “ The Count, my lover, is as brave as

brave can be ;
He surely would do desperate* things to show his love Desperate,

of me!
King, ladies, lovers, all look on; the occasion

danger, rash,

is divine,

Occasion, I'll drop my glove to prove * his love ; great glory pportunity,

. will be mine!”

Prove, try,

fearless of




She dropped her glove to prove his love; then looked

on him and smiled ;
20 He bowed, and in a moment leaped among the lions

wild :
The leap was quick ; return was quick; he soon

regained his place;
Then threw the glove, but not with love, right in the

lady's face!
“In truth,” cried Francis, “ rightly done !” and he

rose from where he sat:
“No love," quoth he, “but vanity,* sets love a task Vanity, little
like that !”

pride, idle


What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted ?
Thrice is he armed, that hath his quarrel just;
And he but naked, though locked up in steel,
Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.



on the island of Inch


HENRY GLASSFORD BELL (1814-1874) was educated for the law, and was, at the time of his death, the Sheriff of Lanarkshire. He had very considerable literary taste, and was a frequent contributor to the Magazines.

I LOOKED far back into other years, and lo ! in
bright array

I saw, as in a dream, the forms of ages passed
A stately convent, the It was a stately convent* with its old and
Augustinian priory

lofty walls, mahome (“isle of And gardens with their broad green walks, rest”), in the Lake of where soft the footstep falls ; Menteith, Perthshire.

And o'er the antique * dial-stone the creeping 5 Antique, old-fashion

shadow passed,

And, all around, the noon-day sun a drowsy Radiance, brightness. radiance * cast.

No sound of busy life was heard, save from the Cloister, convent. cloister * dim

(holy hymn. The tinkling of the silver bell, or the sisters' Five noble maidens, And there five noble maidens * sat beneath the Mary, Queen of Scots,

orchard trees, - Mary Carmichael, In that first budding spring of youth when all Mary Hamilton, Mary its prospects please; Seton, and Mary Beaton-who are known And little recked * they, when they sang, or in history as

knelt at vesper prayers, "Queen's Maries."

That Scotland knew no prouder names-held
Recked, cared.

none more dear than theirs ;-
And little even the loveliest thought, before the

holy shrine,

Of royal blood and high descent from the Stuart line, Robert, ancient Stuart line ; the High Steward of Scotland, succeeded Calmly her happy days flew on, uncounted in 15 their flight,

[tinuing light. death of David II. And as they flew, they left behind a long-conHe was the first of the famous House of Stuart, and Mary was descended in a direct

The scene was changed. It was the court, the

gay court of Bourbon,

And 'neath a thousand silver lamps a thouCourtiers, nobles living at court.

sand courtiers * throng :

and four other Maries



to the throne on the

line from him.

* Mary, Queen of Scots, was born at Linlithgow in 1542, a few days before the death of her father, James V. In 1558 she was married to Francis, the Dauphin of France, who died the next year, and Mary returned to Scotland in 1561. Her own subjects rebelled, and defeated her troops at Langside in 1568. She then fled to England, where she was executed by order of Elizabeth in 1587.







was descended from

And proudly kindles Henry's eye-well Henry, Mary's fatherpleased, I ween,* to see [chivalry : in-law, Henry II. of

France. 20 The land assemble all its wealth of


I ween, I am sure, I
Grey Montmorency,* o'er whose head has know.

Grey Montmorency, passed a storm of years,

Anne de MontmorStrong in himself and children, stands the first ency, a peer, marquis, among


peers ; And next the Guises,* who so well fame's France, was one of

the greatest generals steepest heights assailed,

of the 16th century. And walked ambition’s diamond ridge, where The Guises, a princely bravest hearts have failed

province in the north25 And higher yet their path shall be, stronger east of France.

shall wax their might,
For before them Montmorency's star shall pale

its waning light.
Here Louis, Prince of Condé,* wears his all- Louis,


Condé, was the son of unconquered sword,

Charles of Bourbon, With great Coligni * by his side : each name a Duke of Vendome. household word.

Coligni, Gepard de

Coligny was admiral
And there walks she of Medicis,* that proud of France.
Italian line,

[Catherine. Catherine de Medici,

wife of Henry II., 30 The mother of a race of kings-the haughty The forms that follow in her train a glorious a wealthy Italian sunshine make

family. She had ten

children, three A milky way of stars that grace a comet's whom mounted the glittering wake;

throne of France. But fairer far than all the rest who bask on Bask, &c., those who Fortune's tide,

good fortune. Effulgent * in the light of youth, is she, the

Effulgent, splendid. new-made bride! 35 The homage of a thousand hearts—the fond,

deep love of one-
The hopes that dance around a life whose

charms are but begun,-
They lighten up her chestnut eye, they mantle

o'er her cheek,
They sparkle on her open brow, and high-

souled joy bespeak :
Ah! who shall blame, if scarce that day,

through all its brilliant hours,
40 She thought of that quiet convent's calm, its
sunshine and its flowers ?

A bark, a ship; this The scene was changed. It was a bark* that Mary on her voyage

slowly held its way, And o'er its lee* the coast of France in the light ice, the sheltered side of evening lay;







of the ship.

from France to Scot

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