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The fingers of a man ;
A solitary hand Along the letters ran,
And traced them like a wand. The monarch saw, and shook,
And bade no more rejoice; All bloodless wax'd his look,
And tremulous his voice.
The wisest of the earth,.
Which mar our royal mirth.'
But here they have no skill ; And the unknown letters stood
Untold and awful still. And Babel's men of age
Are wise and deep in lore; But now they were not sage,
They saw-but knew no more.
A stranger and a youth,
He saw that writing's truth.
The prophecy in view; He read it on that night,
The morrow proved it true. • Belshazzar's grave is made,
His kingdom passed away, He, in the balance weigh’d,
Is light and worthless clay. The shroud his robe of state,
His canopy the stone;
BY THE RIVERS OF BABYLON WE SAT
DOWN AND WEPT.
WE sate down and wept by the waters
Of Babel, and thought of the day
Made Salem's high places his prey;
Were scatter'd all weeping away.
Which rollid on in freedom below,
That triumph the stranger shall know !
Ere it string our high harp for the foe!
Oh Salem! its sounds should be free;
But left me that token of thee:
To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell,
This is not solitude; 'tis but to hold
But midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men,
Of all that flatter'd, follow'd, sought, and sued;
DESCRIPTION OF A BULL-FIGHT.
The lists are oped, the spacious area clear'd,
Hush'd is the din of tongues-on gallant steeds,
Best prize of better acts, they bear away, And all that kings or chiefs e'er gain their toils repay.
In costly sheen and gaudy cloak array'd, But all afoot, the light-limb'd Matadore Stands in the centre, eager to invade The lord of lowing herds; but not before The ground, with cautious tread, is traversed o'er, Lest aught unseen should lurk to thwart his speed: His arms a dart, he fights aloof, nor more Can man achieve without the friendly steedAlas! too oft condemn'd for him to bear and bleed.
Thrice sounds the clarion ; lo! the signal falls,
His first attack, wide waving to and fro
red rolls his eye's dilated glow. Sudden he stops; his eye is fix'd : away, Away, thou heedless boy! prepare
* the nimble coursers veer; On foams the bull, but not unscathed he goes ; Streams from his flank the crimson torrent clear:
He flies, he wheels, distracted with his throes;
chest unveils life's panting source ; Though death-struck, still his feeble frame he rears ; Staggering, but stemming all, his lord unharm’d he bears.
Foil'd, bleeding, breathless, furious to the last,
Vain rage! the mantle quits the cunning hand, Wraps his fierce eye-'tis past~he sinks upon the sand !
* The croupe is a particular kind of leap taught in the ridingschool.
Where his vast neck just mingles with the spine,
Four steeds that spurn the rein, as swift as shy,
THE ATTACK ON CORINTH. LIGHTLY and brightly breaks away The Morning from her mantle grev, And the Noon will look on a sultry day. Hark to the trump, and the drum, And the mournful sound of the barbarous horn, And the flap of the banners, that fit as they're borne, And the neigh of the steed, and the multitude's hum, And the clash, and the shout, “They come! they come!' The horsetails* are pluck'd from the ground, and the
sword From its sheath ; and they form, and but wait for the
The steeds are all bridled, and snort to the rein;
* The horsetails, fixed upon a lance-a pacha's standard.