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THE OCEAN – Cornwall.
O tHou vast Ocean! Ever-sounding Sea! Thou symbol of a drear immensity! Thou thing that windest round the solid world, Like a huge animal, which, downward hurled From the black clouds, lies weltering and alone, Lashing and writhing till its strength be gone; Thy voice is like the thunder, and thy sleep Is as a giant's slumber, loud and deep. Thou speakest in the east and in the west At once, and on thy heavy-laden breast Fleets come and go, and ships that have no life Or motion, yet are moved and met in strife. The earth hath nought of this: no chance nor change Ruffles its surface, and no spirits dare Give answer to the tempest-waken air; But o'er its wastes the weakly tenants range At will, and wound its bosom as they go: Ever the same, it hath no ebb, no flow; But in their stated rounds the seasons come, And pass
like visions to their viewless home, And come again, and vanish: the young Spring Looks ever bright with leaves and blossoming; And Winter always winds his sullen horn, When the wild Autumn with a look forlorn Dies in his stormy manhood; and the skies Weep, and flowers sicken, when the Summer flies. Thou only, terrible Ocean, hast a power, A will, a voice, and in thy wrathful hour, When thou dost lift thy anger to the clouds, A fearful and magnificent beauty shrouds Thy broad green forehead. If thy waves be driven Backwards and forwards by the shifting wind, How quickly dost thou thy great strength unbind, And stretch thinę arms, and war at once with heaven. Thou trackless and immeasurable Main! On thee no record ever lived again, To meet the hand that writ it: line nor lead Hath ever fathom'd thy profoundest deeps, Where haply the huge monster swells and sleeps, King of his watery limit, who, 't is said, Can move the mighty ocean into storm
O! wonderful thou art, great element,
THE BATTLE OF TALAVERA.-Byron.
Hark! heard you not those hoofs of dreadful note?
aw ye not whom the reeking sabre smote?
Lo! where the giant on the mountain stands, His blood-red tresses deep’ning in the sun, With death-shot glowing in his fiery hands, And eye that scorcheth all it looks upon; Restless it rolls, now fixed, and now anon Flashing afar ---and at his iron feet Destruction cowers to mark what deeds are done; For on this morn three potent nations meet To shed before his shrine the blood he deems most sweet.
Three hosts combine to offer sacrifice;
There shall they rot-Ambition's honoured fools!
Gesler and Albert.-Knowles
[Gesler with a hunting pole.] Ges. Alone-alone! and every step, the mist Thickens around me! On these mountain tracts To lose one's way, they say, is sometimes death! What, hoa! Holloa! No tongue replies to me! What thunder hath the horror of this silence! 'I dare not stop—the day, though not half run, Is not less sure to end his course; and night, Dreary when through the social haunts of men Her solemn darkness walks, in such a place As this, comes wrapped in most appalling fear.' I dare not stop—nor dare I yet proceed, Begirt with hidden danger: if I take This hand, it carries me still deeper into The wild and savage solitudes I'd shun, Where once to faint with hunger is to die: If this, it leads me to the precipice, Whose brink with fatal horror rivets him That treads upon 't, till drunk with fear, he reels Into the gaping void, and headlong down Plunges to still more hideous death. Cursed slaves, To let me wander from them! Hoa-holloa!My voice sounds weaker to mine ear; I've not The strength to call I had, and through my limbs Cold tremor runs—and sickening faintness seizes On my heart. O Heaven, have mercy!
Do not see
The color of the hands I lift to thee!
-Mercy! [He stands stupified with terror and exhaustion. Albert enters with his hunting pole, not at first seeing Gesler.]
Alb. I'll breathe upon this level, if the wind
Ha! a rock to shelter me!
now? Ges. Better. Alb.
You've lost your way upon the hill?
And whither would you go?
You're a child.
Ges. The track you've come! what mean you?
have not been still farther in the mountains? Alb. I 've travelled from Mount Faigel. Ges.
No one with thee: Alb. No one but HIM. Ges.
Do you not fear these storms?
And there are torrents, too,
He's by the torrent, too.
He will be with a child.
'T is but to keep The side of yonder stream. Ges.
But guide me safe,
I'll guide thee safe without.
I will not
Does he live in Altorf ?
Not so much as he might lose by 't. Ges. What he lose by 't? Alb.
Indeed! He also taught thee that? Alb.
The day is wasting-we
Not tell it me!
Alb. You may be an enemy of his.
May be; but should you be
Ne’er mind thy father's name.
I never had