The sun shone on his sparkling mail,
And danced his snow-plume on the gale.

But now he stood chained and alone,
The headsman by his side,
The plume, the helm, the charger, gone;
The sword which had defied
The mightiest, lay broken near;
And yet no sigh or sound of fear
Came from that lip of pride;
And never king or conqueror's brow
Wore higher look than his did now.

He bent beneath the headsman's stroke
With an uncovered eye,

A wild shout from the numbers broke
Who thronged to see him die.

It was a people's loud acclaim,
The voice of anger and of shame,
A nation's funeral cry;
Rome's wail above her only son,
Her patriot and her latest one.

Bells Ringing.

To dream of the ringing of bells betokens grief, sorrow,

and enmity.

GERMAN DREAM BOOK.

"Is it not strange, that as ye sung,
Seemed in mine ear, a death peal rung,
Such as in nunneries they toll
For some departing sister's soul?
Say, what may this portend?"-
Then first the Palmer silence broke,
(The live-long day he had not spoke,)

"The death of a dear friend."

W. SCOTT.

Loud ringing changes all our bells have marred;
Jangled they have and jarred

So long, they're out of tune and out of frame;
They seem not now the same.

Put them in frame anew, and once begin
To tune them so that they may all chime in!

There is a mighty Noyse of Bells
- Rushing from the Turret free;
A solemn tale of Truth it tells,
O'er Land and Sea,

How heartes be breaking fast, and then

Wax whole againe.

HERBERT.

MOTHERWELL.

From the tower,

Heavy, slow,

Tolls the funeral

Note of woe.

Sad and solemn, with its knell attending
Some new wanderer on the last way wending.

SCHILLER.

Bewildered-Amazed.

To dream that you are bewildered and puzzled is a sure you will soon receive news.

sign that

VON KLINGElberg.

As doctors in their deepest doubts,
Stroke up their foreheads hie;
Or wen amazde their sorrow floats,
By squeaming with the eye:

Or as the mayde surcharged with woe,
Shewes water in her eyes,

Or as the schoolboye loth to goe
Doth truant scuse devise;

Or as a wanton in her muse

Doth stand and bite the lip,

Or as the prisoner cannot choose
But stayes to take the whip;

Even so stood he all spent and gone,

Solemnè deep possest;

Anon he walks aside, alone,

And shewes his hearts molest.

THE ITALIAN TAYLOR AND HIS BOYE.

-In broken gleams

Glimmered the things I saw, so mixed with dreams
That vain confusion blinded every sense,

And knowledge left me. Then a sleep intense
Fell on my brain and held me as the dead,
Until a sudden tumult smote my head,

And a strong glare, as when a torch is whirled
Before a sleeper's eyes, brought back the world.

POEMS OF THE ORIENT. BAYARD TAYLOR.

Birds Singing.

To dream that you hear birds singing, indicates that you will soon hear pleasant news.

DAS REICHHALTIGE TRAUMBUCH.

ON May-day when the Larke began to rise,
To matins went the lusty Nightingale,
Within a temple shapen Hawthorn-wise,
He might not sleep in all the nightertale,
But "Domine labia," gan he crie and gale,
"My lippes open, lord of love I crie,
And let my mouth thy praising now bewrie !"

"Laudate," sang the Larke with voice ful shril,
And eke the Kite "O admirabile,

This quere wil thorow mine ears pers and thril,
But what, welcome this May season," quoth he,
And honour to the lord of love mote be,
That hath this feste so solemne and so hie,
"Amen," said all, and so said eke the Pie.

Thus sang they all the service of the feast,
And that was done right erly to my dome,
And furth goeth all the court both most and least,
To fetch the flowres fresh and branch and blome.

Eke each at other threw the flowres bright,

The Primerose, the Violet and the gold,
So then as I beheld the royal sight,
MY LADY 'gan me sodenly behold,

And with a trew-love plited many a fold,

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She smote me through the very heart as blive, And Venus yet I thank I am alive.

CHAUCER.

Blood.

To dream of collecting blood betokens gold, and success

in love.

To see blood running presages death.

GERMAN DREAM Book.

AND eke I saied I met (dreamed) of him all night,
He would a slaine me, as I lay upright,

And all my bed was full of very blood,

But yet I hoped truely he should doe me good:
For blood betokeneth GOLD as I was taught.

CHAUCER. THE WIFE OF BATH'S PROLOGUE.

When day was gone and night had come,

And all men fast asleep,

Then came the spirit of fair Margaret,
And stood at William's feet.