and | Noah | only | 7 re- | mained a- | live, | 7 and | they that were | with him | 7 in the | ark. 7 | 7 7 | 7 7 | 7 And the waters pre- | vailed upon the | earth | 7 an | hundred and fifty | days. | 77 | 77 |

HOHENLINDEN.

Campbell.

7 On | Linden | 77 | when the | sun was | low,
7 All | bloodless | 7 7 | lay the un- | trodden | snow,
7 7 | 7 And | dark as | winter | 7 was the | flow |
7 Of | Iser | rolling | rapidly. | 77 | 77 |

7 But | Linden | 7 7 | saw an- | other | sight |
When the drum | beat | 7 at | dead of | night |
7 Com- | manding | fires of | death, | 7 to | light|
7 The | darkness | 7 of her | scenery. | 77 | 77 |

7 By | torch and | trumpet | 7 7 | fast ar- | ray'd |
Each horseman | drew his | battle | blade, | 7 7 |
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7 And furious 7 7 | every | charger | neighed |
7 To | join the | dreadful | revelry. | 7 7 | 7 7 |

Then shook the | hills | 7 with | thunder | riven,
Then | rush'd the | steed, | 7 to | battle | driven, |
77 | And | louder than the | bolts of | heaven, | 77 |
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Far, | flash'd | 7 the | red | 7 ar- | tillery. | 7 7 | 7 7 |

7 And | redder | yet | 7 those | fires shall | glow, | 7 On | Linden's | hills of | blood-stain'd | snow ; | 7 7 |

7 And darker | yet | 7 shall be the | flow, | 7 Of | Iser | rolling | rapidly. | 77 | 77 |

7 'Tis morn; | 77 | 7 but | scarce | yon | lurid | sun 7 Can pierce the war-clouds | rolling | dun; | 77 | 7 Where | furious | Frank | 7 and | fiery | Hun | 77 | Shout in their | sulphurous | canopy. | 77 | 77 |

7 The combat | deepens. |77|77| On | 7 ye | brave 7 Who | rush to | glory | 777 or the │grave,| 77 | 77 | Wave, 7 7 | Munich, | 7 7 | all thy | banners | wave; 77

7 And

charge | 7 with | all | 7 thy | chivalry. |

7 7 | 7 7 |

Few, few shall | part | where | many | meet, |77|77| 7 The snow 7 shall be their | winding | sheet; |77| 7 And every | turf | 7 be- | neath their | feet |

7 Shall be a soldier's | sepulchre. | 7 7 | 7 7 |

ADDRESS OF HENRY V. TO HIS TROOPS BEFORE THE GATES OF HARFLEUR.

Shakspeare.

Once more unto the | breach | dear | friends, | 7 7 once more; 7 7 |

7 Or close the wall up 7 with our | English | dead. | 7 7 |

7 In | peace | 77 | 7 there's nothing | so be- | comes

a | man |

7 As modest stillness | 7 and hu- | mility. | 77 | But when the blast of war | 7 7 | blows in our |

ears,

Then imitate the action of the | tiger: |

Stiffen the sinews, | 7 7 | summon | up the | blood, | 7 Disguise | fair | nature | 7 with | hard | favored | rage: 77!

Then | lend the | eye | 7 a | terrible | aspect; |

77 | Let it pry 7 through the | portage of the | head, | Like the brass cannon; | let the brow o'er

whelm it,

7 As | fearfully | as doth a galled | rock | 7 7 |

7 O'er- | hang and | jutty | 7 his con- | founded | base | 7 7 | Swilled with the | wild | 7 and wasteful | ocean. |

77 | 7 7 |

Now set the teeth, 7 and | stretch | 7 the nostril |

wide,

Hold | hard the | breath, | 7 and | bend | up | every |

spirit |

7 To his | full | height! | 7 7 | On, 7 | on, 7 | you | noble | English, | 77 |

7 Whose blood is | fet from | fathers of war | proof! | Fathers 7 7 7 that | like | so many | Alexanders, | Have in these parts, 7 from morn till | even | fought |

7 And sheathed their | swords | 7 for | lack of argument. 7777 |

7 Dis- | honor not your | mothers. | 7 7 | Now at- | test | 7 That those whom you call'd | Fathers | did be- |

get you! |

7 Be copy now | 7 to | men of grosser | blood, | 77 | 7 And teach them | how to | war! | 77|77|

7 And you, good | yeomen, |

7 Whose limbs were made in | England, | show us

here

7 The | mettle of your pasture; | 77 | let us | swear |
7 That you are worth your | breeding: |77| which I ¦
doubt not.

77 | For there is | none of you | so mean and
7 That hath not | noble | lustre | 7 in your

77771

base |

eyes.

7 I see you stand, | like | grey hounds | 7 in the

slips, | 77 |

Straining upon the | start. | 77 |

7 The game's a | foot, | 77 |

Follow your spirit: |77| and upon | this | charge, | Cry | God for | Harry! | 7 7 | England! |7 and | Saint | George! | 77 | 7 7 |

LUCY.

Wordsworth.

Three years 7 she | grew, | 7 in | sun and show

er, | 7 7 |

Then | nature | said, | 7 ❝ a | lovelier | flower |

7 On | earth | 7 was | never | sown; | 77 |

This child I to my- | self | 7 will | take,; |
77 | She shall be | mine, | 7 7 | and I will make |
7 A | lady | of my own. | 77 | 77 |

"7 My- | self will to my darling | 7 7 | be, |
7 Both | law and impulse: | 77 | 7 and with | me |
7 The girl 7 in | rock | 7 and | plain, |

7 In earth and heaven, | 7 in | glade and | bower, |
7 Shall feel 7 an | over- | seeing | power |
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7 To | kindle | 7 and re- | strain. | 7 7 | 7 7 |

"She shall be sportive | 7 as the | fawn |
7 That wild with | glee | 7 a- | cross the | lawn

7 Or | up the mountain | 7 7 | springs ; | 7 7 |
7 And | hers | 7 shall | be the | breathing | balm, |
7 And | hers | 7 the | silence | 7 and the | calm |
7 Of | mute in- | sensate | things. | 77 | 7 7 |

"The floating | clouds | 7 their | state shall | lend |
7 To | her; | 77 | 7 for | her | 7 the | willow | bend; |
77 | Nor shall she | fail to see, |

Even in the motions | 7 of the | storm,
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Grace, | 7 that shall | mould | 7 the | maiden's | form, |
7 By | silent sympathy. | 7 7 |

66777 The stars of midnight | 7 shall be | dear |
7 To her; 77 | and she shall | lean her | ear ¦
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7 In many a secret | place, |

7 Where | rivulets | dance their | wayward | round, |77|
7 And | beauty, | 7 7 | born of | murmuring | sound, |

7 Shall pass into her face. | 7 7|77|

7 And | vital | feelings of de-

7 Shall rear her | form | 7 to

light |

stately | height; |
777 Her | virgin | bosom | swell; | 7 7 |
Such | thoughts | 7 to | Lucy | 7 I will | give, |