Dropp'd from her nerveless grasp, the shatter'd spear, | Clos'd her bright eye, and curb'd her high career :) Hope, for a season, bade the world farewell

, - | And Freedom shriek’d, as Koscius'ko fell ! | The sun went down ; | nor ceas'd the carnage there', 1 Tumultuous murder shook the midnight air : 1 On Prague's proud arch, the fires of ru in glow, His blood-dy'd waters, murmuring far below : 1 The storm prevails', the rampart yields away', | Bursts the wild cry of horror, and dismay, ! | Hark'! | as the smouldering piles with thunder fall, A thousand shrieks for hopeless mercy, call! | Earth shook', / red meteors flash'd along the sky', I And conscious Nature shudder'd at the cry! | Departed spirits of the mighty dead! | Ye that at Marathon, and Leuc tra bled! Friends of the world'! | restore your swords to man', ] Fight in his sacred cause, and lead the van! | Yet for Sarmatia's tears of blood', atone', i And make her arm puissant as your own, I O! once again to Freedom's cause return', | Thou patriot Tell' - thou Bruce of Bannockburn! | |

BATTLE OF WATERLOO.

(BYRON.)
There was a sound of revelry by night'; 1
And Belgium's capital, i had gather'd then,
Her beauty, and her chivalry; and bright
The lamps shone , o'er fair women, and brave men ;)
A thousand hearts beat hap'pily; and, when
Music arose, with its voluptuous swell, |
Soft eyes look'd love', to eyes which spake again'; /

And all went merry as a mar'riage-bell
But hush, !|hark !|a deep sound strikes like a rising knell'!|

Did ye not hear it? — No; 'twas but the wind, 1
Or the car' rattling o'er the stony street. 1
On with the dance ! | let joy be unconfin'd' ;
No sleep till morn', when Youth, and Pleasure meet,
To chase the glowing hours, with flying feet - 1
But hark'!- that heavy sound breaks in once more', /
As if the clouds its echo would repeat'; /

And near er, clearer, deadlier than before !
Arm! | arm'! it is.- it is the cannon's opening roar!!

Within a window'd niche of that high hall,
Sate Brunswick's fated chief tain; | he did hear ,
That sound the first, amidst the festival,
And caught its tone with Death's prophetic ear ; |
And, when they smil'd, because he deem'd it near, 1
His heart more truly knew that peal too well,
Which stretch'd his father on a bloody bier,

And rous'd the vengeance, blood alone could quell: | He rush'd into the field', and foremost fighting, fell. I

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,
Blush'd at the praise of their own loveliness. I
And there were sudden part'ings, I such as press
The life from out young hearts', / and choking sighs' |
Which ne'er might be repeated; who could guess, I

If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, |
Since upon night so sweet, such awful morn could rise?

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 warı; |
And the deep thunder peal on peal afar'! i
And near, I the beat of the alarming drum |
Rous’d up the soldier ere the morning star'; !

While throng’d the citizens with terror dumbi,
Or whispering, with white lips, – uh“ The foe! | They

come! | they come !" |

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1 And wild and high the “Cameron's gathering” rose! 2 The war-note of Lochiel', / which Albyn's hills, Have heard,,and heard too, have her Saxon foes :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 Ev'an's, Don'ald's fame, / rings in each clansman's

ears, ! | And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves', / Dewy with nature's tear-drops, | as they pass, | Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave,- | alas! Ere evening, to be trodden like the grass, Which now beneath' them, but above shall grow, / In its next verdure, / when this fiery mass,

Of living valour, | rolling on the foe, 1
And burning with high hope, shallmoulder cold, and low :

Last noon beheld them full of lusty life'; }
Last eve, in Beauty's circle proudly gay'; |
The midnight brought the signal sound of strife;
The morn,

the marshalling in arms', - | the day, ,
Battle's magnificently-stern array, !
The thunder-clouds close o'er it, which when rent,
The earth is cover'd thick with other clay. I

Which her own clay shall cover, | heap'd and pent', ! Rider, and horse', | friendı, | foe', | in one red

burial blent ! |

MARCO BOZZARIS. A

(HALLECK.) At midnight, in his guarded tent,

The Turk , was dreaming of the hour, I When Greece, I her knee in suppliance bent, i

Should tremble at his power: 1 a Marco Bozzaris, the Epaminondas of modern Greece. He fell in a night attack upon the Turkish camp at Laspi, the site of the

In dreams, through camp, and court, he bore, I The trophies of a con queror; |

In dreams his song of triumph heard ;* |
Then wore his monarch's sig net-ring; |
Then press’d that monarch's throne', - a king'; /
As wild his thoughts, and gay of wing,

As Eden's gardeno-bird. į
At midnight, in the forest-shades',

"Bozza'ris rang’d his Suliote band
True as the steel of their tried blades', i

Heroes in heart, and hand.
There had the Persian's thousands stood; 1
There had the glad earth , drunk their blood', 1

On old Platæ'a's day —|
And now, there breath'd that haunted air, 1
The sons of sires who conquer'd there,
With arm to strike, , and soul to dare', i

As quick, as far as they. |
An hour passid on | athe Turk awoke' - |

That bright dream was his last, ; 1 He woke, to hear his sentries shriek

ff« To arms !|they come ! the Greek! the F&Greek'!"| Ile woke, to die midst flame, and smoke', And shout, and groan, and sa bre-stroke,

And death-shots falling thick, and fast, |
As lightnings from the mountain-cloud; 1
And heard, with voice as trum'pet-loud, i

Bozzaris cheer his band : 1
fff « Strike , till the last arm'd foe, expiresi ; |
Strike for your al'tars, and your fires'; /
Strike for the green graves of your sires. 1

God', and your native land' ! | ancient Platæa, August 20, 1823, and expired in the moment of victory. His last words were .“ To die for liberty is a pleasure, and not a pain.”

Triumph heard ; not tri-um'furd. 6 Môn nảrks. c Går'dn. d Pass'd on; not pass-ton'.

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They fought, like brave men - | long, and well";

They pild' that ground with Moslem slain. ; | They con quer'd — but Bozzaris fell,

Bleeding at every vein. I
His few surviving comrades, saw, I
His smile, when rang their proud hurrah',

And the red field was won'; |
Then saw in death his eyelids close!
Calmly, as to a night's repose , |

Like flowers at set of sun. I
*Come to the bridal' chamber, Death! |

Come to the mother's, / when she feels For the first time, her first-born's breath

Come, when the blessed seals That close the pestilence, are broke, And crowded cities, wail its stroke - 1 Come in consuinp'tion's ghastly form, | The earthquake shock', , the ocean-storm | ?Come when the heart beats high, and warm, |

With ban quet-song, and dance', and wine - 1 And thou art ter rible | the tear', ! The groani, , the knell', | the pall', | the bier ; | And all we know', or dream', , or fear'

Of agony, | are thine. I 4 But to the hero, | 3when his sword, I

Has won the battle for the free, i "Thy voice sounds like a proph'et's word; 2 And in its hollow tones, are heard , 1

* The thanks of mill'ions yet to be Come, when his task of fame' is wrought - 1 Come with her lau'rel-leaf, blood-bought - 1

Come in her crown'ing hour — and then , 2 Thy sunken eye's unearthly light | To him is welcome as the sight, I

Ofsky, and stars to prison’d men, : 1