Part 33 (2/2)

Their course with land's dead

The warlike of the isles, The men of field and wave!

Are not the rocks their funeral piles, The seas and shores their grave?

Go, stranger! track the deep-- Free, free the white sail spread!

Wave land's dead

FELICIA HEMANS

HOHENLINDEN

On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay th' untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly

But Linden saw another sight, When the druht The darkness of her scenery

By torch and trumpet fast arrayed Each horsehed, To join the dreadful revelry

Then shook the hills with thunder riven, Then rushed the steed to battle driven, And louder than the bolts of heaven, Far flashed the red artillery

But redder yet that light shall glow On Linden's hills of stained snow, And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly

'Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank, and fiery Hun, Shout in their sulph'rous canopy

The corave!

Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry!

Fe, shall part where -sheet, And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre

THOMAS CAMPBELL

THE DREAM OF THE OAK TREE

There stood in a wood, high on the bank near the open sea-shore, such a grand old oak tree! It was three hundred and sixty-five years old; but all this length of years had seemed to the tree scarcely irls

A tree's life is not quite the sa the day, and sleep and dreahout three seasons of the year, and has no sleep till winter co day which we call spring, summer, and autumn

It was just at the holy Christmas-tide that the oak tree dreamed his ing all around, and to feel as if it were a hty crown on high, and the sunbea his leaves As in a festive procession, all that the tree had beheld in his life now passed by

Knights and ladies, with feathers in their caps and hawks perching on their wrists, rode gaily through the wood; dogs barked, and the huntsn soldiers in bright ar up their tents, and presently taking theain Then watch-fires blazed up and bands of wild outlaws sang, revelled, and slept under the tree's outstretched boughs; or happy lovers rayish bark