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His muzzle, form'd of opposition stuff, Firm as a Foxite, would not lose its ruff; So kept it—laughing at the steel and suds: Hodge in a passion stretch'd his angry jaws, Vowing the direst vengeance, with clench'd claws, On the vile cheat that sold the goods— "Razors! a cursed confounded dog, Not fit to scrape a hog!"
Hodge sought the fellow—found him, and began,
"Friend," quoth the razor-man, I'm no knave;
"Not think they'd shave!" quoth Hodge, with won-
Theke is a pleasure in the pathless woods;
I love not Man the less, but Nature more,
Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean !—roll;
The armaments which thunderstrike the walls
Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee ;—
Thou glorious mirror! where the Almighty's form
The image of eternity,—the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made: each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth—dread—fathomlessalone!
THE SPANISH CHAMPION.
The warrior bow'd his crested head, and tamed his heart of fire,
And sued the haughty king to free his long imprisoned sire;
"I bring thee here my fortress keys, I bring my captive train,
I pledge my faith—my liege, my lord, Oh! break my father's chain."
"Rise! rise, even now thy father comes, a ransomed
man this day, Mount thy good steed, and thou and I will meet him
on his way." Then lightly rose that loyal son, and bounded on his
steed, And urged, as if with lance in hand, his charger's
And lo! from far as on they press'd, they met a
glittering band, With one that 'mid them stately rode, like a leader in
the land; "Now, haste, Bernardo, haste, for there in very
truth is he, The father—whom thy grateful heart hath yearned so
long to see."
His proud breast heaved, his dark eye flashed, his
cheeks' hue came and went, He reached that gray-haired chieftain's side, and there
A lowly knee to earth ho bent, his father's hand he
took, What was there in its touch that all his fiery spirit
That hand was cold, a frozen thing, it dropped from
his like lead; Ho looked up to the face above, the face was of tho
dead; A plume waved o'er the noble brow, the brow was
fixed and white, Ho met at length his father's eyes, but in them saw
Up from the ground he sprung, and gazed, but who
can paint that gaze? They hushed their very hearts who saw its horror and
amaze; They might have chained him, as before that noble
form he stood, For the power was stricken from his arms, and from
his cheek the blood.
"Father!" at length he murmured low, and wept like children then,—
"Talk not of grief till thou hast seen the tears of warlike men;"
He thought on all his glorious hopes, on all his high renown,
Then flung the falchion from his side, and in the dust sat down;
And covering with his steel-gloved hands his darkly
mournful brow, "No more, there is no more," he said, "to lift the
sword for now; My king is false, my hope betrayed—my father, Oh!
the worth, The glory and the loveliness are past away to earth!" Up from the ground he sprung once more, and seized
the monarch's rein, Amid the pale and wildered looks of all the courtier
train; And with a fierce o'erinastering grasp, the rearing
-war-horse led, And sternly set them face to face, the king before
"Came I not here on thy pledge, my father's hand
to kiss, Be still! and gaze thou on, false king, and tell me
what is this; The look, the voice, the heart I sought—give answer,
where are they? If thou wouldst clear thy perjured soul, put life in
this cold clay.
"Into those glassy eyes put light; be still, keep down
thine ire, Bid those cold lips a blessing speak, this earth is not
mv sire. Give me "back him for whom I fought, for whom my
blood was shed, Thou canst not! and, oh king, his blood be mountains
on thy head!"
He loosed the rein, his slack hand fell, upon the silent
face He cast one long deep mournful glance, then fled
from that sad place; His after fate no more was heard amid the martial
train, His banner led the spears no more among the bills of