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Love gives its energy,* love gave it birth.
Where, on thy dewy wing, *
Where art thou journeying?
O'er fell * and fountain sheen, *
O'er moor and mountain green,
Over the cloudlet * dim,
Over the rainbow's rim,
Then, when the gloaming * comes,
Low in the heather blooms
Emblem of happiness,
Blest is thy dwelling-place-
for the service of the
VISION OF BELSHAZZAR.*—Byron
THE King was on his throne, Satraps, the chief
The Satraps * thronged the hall; governors and nobles.
A thousand bright lamps shone
O'er that high festival.
A thousand cups of gold, In Judah, &c., these
In Judah * deemed divine vessels were set apart Jehovah's vessels hold Temple, and were,
The godless Heathen's wine, therefore, held moet
In that same hour and hall,
The fingers of a hand
And wrote as if on sand :
A solitary hand
And traced them like a wand.
The monarch saw, and shook,
And bade no more rejoice;
And tremulous his voice.
Bloodless, &c., he ba came pale with fear.
* Belshazzar was the last of the Babylonian kings. This poem is founded on the Account given of the overthrow of Babylon in the Book of Daniel.
Men of lore, the
Lore, learning, know-
6 Let the men of lore *
our royal mirth,
Untold and awful still.
Are wise and deep in lore;
They saw-but knew no more.
A stranger and a youth,
He saw that writing's truth.
The prophecy * in view ;
The morrow proved it true.
His kingdom passed away,
His canopy * the stone :
The Persian on his throne !
A captive, the prophet Daniel, who had been carried captive into Babylon.
The prophecy, that
THE BATTLE OF HOHENLINDEN.*-Campbell.
Sun, &c., at sunset.
Fires of death, the
discharge of the artilBut Linden showed another sight,
lery which carried When the drum beat at dead of nighty death and destruction Commanding fires of death * to light
among the troops.
Scenery, the appearThe darkness of her scenery. *
ance of the country.
* Hohenlinden, or Linden Heights, is a small village in Bavaria. about six leagues from Munich, It is situated between the Iser and the Inn, tributaries of the Danube, The Austrians and Bavarians were defeated here by the French on the 3d December 1800
Revelry, the bustle
asunder; here it refers to the ground being torn up with the cannonballs. Frank, the ancient name for the French, who in the 3d century overthrew the Roman dominion in Gaul,
settled there, Huns, or, as they are now called, Magyars, are the inhabitants of Hungary, and belong to the Mongol race. They form the chief portion of the Austrian empire. Munich, the capital of Bavaria, on the river Iser. It is a very fine city, and in its palace there is one of the finest collections of paintings in Europe. Sepulchre, a place of burial, a tonub.
By torch and trumpet fast arrayed,
To join the dreadful revelry.*
Far flashed the red artillery.
Of Iser, rolling rapidly.
Shout ’mid their sulphurous canopy.
And charge with all thy chivalry !
Shall be a soldier's sepulchre ! *
THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH.-Longfellow.
UNDER a spreading chestnut-tree Smithy, a black
The village smithy * stands ; smith's shop. Mighty, full of
The smith, a mighty * man is he, strength.
With large and sinewy * hands Sinewy, strong.
And the muscles * of his brawny * arms Muscles, the fleshy parts of the body by Are strong as iron bands. which it moves. Brawny, strong, full His hair is crisp,* and black, and long ; of muscle, powerful. His face is like the tan; Crisp, curly. Tan, the bark of the His brow is wet with honest sweat ; oak-tree, means here He earns whate'er he can, that his face was very brown, and
And looks the whole world in the face,
For he owes not any man.
You can hear his bellows blow;
15 You can hear him wield * his heavy sledge, *
With measured beat and slow,
When the evening sun is low.
Look in at the open door ;
And hear the bellows roar,
Like chaff * from a threshing-floor.* 25 He goes on Sunday to the church,
And sits among his boys ;
He hears his daughter's voice
Singing in the village choir, 30 And it makes his heart rejoice :
It sounds to him like her mother's voice,
Singing in Paradise !
must think of her once more,
A tear out of his eyes.
Onward through life he goes ;
Each evening sees its close ; *
Has earned a night's repose.
For the lesson thou hast taught ! 45 Thus at the flaming forge of Life
Our fortunes must be wrought! *
Each burning deed and thought!
Choir, a band of
Toiling, working hard.
Close, end or finish.
BARBARA FRITCHIE.-J. G. Whittier. JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER (1808– ) was born at Havershill, Massachusetts, where his ancestors had long been settled. Many of his poems were devoted to the cause of Abolition. He contributes to all the leading American Magazines of the present day.
Clustered, crowded together, Up from the meadows, rich with corn, Frederick, or Fredericksburg, Clear from the cool September morn,
in Virginia, U.S.
Green-walled, &c., surrounded, The clustered * spires of Frederick * stand, as by a natural wall, by the hills Green-walled * by the hills of Maryland.
of the Blue Ridge, a branch of the Alleghany Mountains.
Round about them orchards sweep,
5 Apple and peach-tree fruited deep; Famished, very
Fair as a garden of the Lord hungry.
To the eyes of the famished * rebel * horde.* Rebel, one who shakes off, or fights against, On that pleasant morn of the early fall,* lawful authority. Horde, company.
When Lee* marched over the mountain wall, 10 The early fall, the Over the mountains winding down, beginning of autumn. Horse and foot, into Frederick town, Lee, the heroic leader of the Southern forces in the American civil Forty flags * with their silver stars, war, which
com. Forty flags with their silver bars, menced in 1861 and continued till 1865.
Flapped in the morning wind : the sun 15 Forty flags, &c. The Of noon looked down and saw not one. American flag is composed of thirteen Up rose old Barbara Fritchie then, bars or stripes alterDately red and white,
Bowed with her fourscore years and ten, and thirteen white Bravest of all in Frederick town,
She took up the flag the men hauled * down; 20 ground in upper corner next the staff, Hence the allusion to In her attic window the staff she set, stars, and bars or To show that one heart was loyal * yet. stripes. Hauled, pulled,
Up the street came the rebel tread, dragged with vio. Stonewall Jackson * riding ahead; lence. Loyal, to be faithful
Under his slouched * hat, left and right, and obedient to the
25 laws of one's country. He glanced, the old flag met his sight. Stonewall Jackson, “Halt!"_the dust-brown ranks stood fast; an able general, famous for his bravery.
“Fire !”-out blazed the rifle blast. He received the nickname of “Stonewall' It shivered * the window, pane and sash ; from the firmness
It rent the banner with seam and gash, with which his men
30 resisted every attack. Quick, as it fell from the broken staff, He was accidentally Dame Barbara snatched the silken scarf ; * killed by a bullet fired by one of ais
She leaned far out on the window sill own soldiers at the battle of Chancellors- And shook it forth with a royal will. ville, May 2, 1863. “Shoot, if you must, this old grey head, Slouched, turned down.
But spare your country's flag," she said. Shiver, shatter, to break into small A shade of sadness, a blush of shame, pieces by sudden
Over the face of the leader came; violence. Silken scarf, the ban. The noble nature within hin stirred Der, which was made To life at that woman's deed and word. 40 of silk.
“Who touches a hair of yon grey head,