I hear it faintly-louder yet! 9. Bowl rang to bowl, steel clanged to steel, That made the torches flare around, 10. "But I defy him!-let him come!" While from its sheath the ready blade And with the black and heavy plumes There, in his dark, carved, oaken chair, A. G. GREENE. CL.-SONG OF THE GREEKS. 1. AGAIN to the battle, Achaians! Our hearts bid the tyrants defiance; The pale dying crescent is daunted, And we march that the foot-prints of Mahomet's slaves May be washed out in blood from our forefathers' graves. Their spirits are hovering o'er us, And the sword shall to glory restore us. 2. Ah! what though no succor advances, Nor Christendom's chivalrous lances Are stretched in our aid?-Be the combat our own! By our massacred patriots, our children in chains, Or that, dying, our deaths shall be glorious. 3. A breath of submission we breathe not: The sword that we 've drawn we will sheathe not; If they rule, it shall be o'er our ashes and graves- To the charge!-heaven's banner is o'er us. 4. This day shall ye blush for its story? Or brighten your lives with its glory?— Our women— If a coward there be that would slacken Till we 've trampled the turban, and shown ourselves worth As heroes descended from heroes. 5. Old Greece lightens up with emotion! Fanes rebuilt, and fair towns, shall with jubilee ring, That were cold, and extinguished in sadness; When the blood of yon Mussulman cravens Shall have crimsoned the beaks of our ravens! CAMPBELL. CLI. WARREN'S ADDRESS AT THE BUNKER HILL BATTLE. 1. Stand! the ground 's your own, my braves! Will ye give it up to slaves? Will ye look for greener graves? Hope ye mercy still? What's the mercy despots feel? 2. Tear ye foes who kill for hire? Who have done it! From the vale Let their welcome be! 3. In the God of battles trust! As where heaven its dews shall shed And the rocks shall raise their head, Of his deeds to tell? PIERPONT. CLII.-TELL ON HIS NATIVE HILLS. 1. О, with what pride I used To walk these hills, and look up to my God, And bless him that the land was free. 'T was free From end to end, from cliff to lake 't was free! Free as our torrents are that leap our rocks, 2. How happy was it then! I loved Its very storms. Yes, I have sat In my boat at night, when, midway o'er the lake, 3. On yonder jutting cliff-o'ertaken there And while gust followed gust more furiously. As if to sweep me o'er the horrid brink, And I have thought of other lands, whose storms Have wished me there-the thought that mine was free Blow on!-this is the land of liberty! KNOWLES CLIII. BRUCE'S ADDRESS. 1. Scors, who have with Wallace bled, Or to glorious victory! 2. Now's the day, and now 's the hour- 3. Who would be a traitor knave? Traitor! coward! turn, and flee! 4. Who for Scotland's king and law 5. By oppression's woes and pains, 6. Lay the proud usurpers low! Forward! let us do or die! BURNA CLIV.-MACBETH TO THE DAGGER. 1. IS THIS a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee I have thee not; and yet I see thee still. To feeling, as to sight? or art thou but As this which now I draw. 2. Thou marshal'st me the way that I was going; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Thus to mine eyes. 3. Now o'er the one-half world, Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse Whose howl's his watch-thus with his stealthy pace, 4. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear The very stones prate of my whereabout; And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it. While I threat, he lives- SHAKSPEARE. CLV.-SPARTACUS TO THE GLADIATORS AT CAPUA. 1. YE call me chief; and ye do well to call him chief' who for twelve long years, has met upon the arena every shape of man or beast the broad empire of Rome could furnish, and who never yet lowered his arm. If there be one among you who can say, that ever, in public fight or private brawl, my actions did belie my tongue, let him stand forth, and |