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And furious every charger neighed,
To join the dreadful revelry.
4 Then shook the hills with thunder riven,
Then rushed the steeds to battle driven,
Far flashed the red artillery.
5 And redder yet those fires shall glow,
On Linden's bills of blood-stained snow;
Of Iser rolling rapidly.
6 'Tis morn--but scarce yon lurid sun
Can pierce the war clouds, rolling dun,
Shout, in their sulph'rous canopy.
And charge with all thy chivalry!
8(–) Ah! few shall part where many meet!
The snow shall be their winding sheet,
Campbell. . 3. Hamlet's Soliloquy. This is one of the most difficult things to read in the English language. No one should attempt it without entering into the sentiment, by recurring to the story of Hamlet. The notation which I have given, however imperfect, may at least furnish the reader with some guide in the management of his voice. Want of discrimination, has been the common fault in reading this soliloquy.
To bé, or not to be ? .. that is the question.-
Whet give us calamity he whips and man's con
sold bear then the plane la
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, 5 And, by opposing, end them ?-To díe-to sleepNo more :-and, by a sleep, to say we end The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heír to ?—'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die ;-to sleep ;10 To sléep! perchance, to dream :-Ay, there's the rùb;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
That makes calamity of so long life; 15 For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,*
The oppressor's wròng, the proud man's contumely,
That patient merit of the unworthy takes; 20 When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bòdkin? who would fardels bear,
To groan and sweat under a weary life? (3) But that the dread of something after death,
That undiscovēr'd country, from whose bourne 25 No traveller returns, puzzles the will ;
And makes us rather bear those ills we have,
And thus the native hue of resolution
And enterprises of great pith and moment,
4. Battle of Waterloo. i There was a sound of revelry by night,
And Belgium's capital had gathered then
* The indignant feeling awakened in Hamlet by this enumeration of particulars, requires the voice gradually to rise on each, till it comes to the mark of transition.
Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright
rising knell !
Or the car ratiling o'er the stony street : o On with the dance ! let joy be unconfined ; No sleep till inorn, .when youth and pleasure meet To chase the glowing hours with flying feet(.) But, hark !-that heavy sound breaks in once inore, As if the clouds its echo would repeat. And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before ! (°C) 'Arm! drm ! it is--it is--the cannon's opening
And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress,
4 And there was mounting in hot haste; the steed,
The mustering squadron, and the clattering car,
Or whispering with white lips--" the foe! They
come! They come !" 5 (-) And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves,
Dewy with nature's tear-drops, as they pass,
Last eve in beauty's circle proudly gay,
Byron. 5. Negro's Complaint 1(-) FORCED from home and all its pleasures,
Afric's coast I left forlorn ;
O’er the raging billows borne.
Paid my price in paltry gold ;
Minds are never to be sold
What are England's rights, I ask, Me from my delights to sever,
Me to torture, me to task ?
Fleecy locks and black complexion
Cannot forfeit Nature's claim; Skins may differ, but affection
Dwells in white and black the same. 3 Why did all-creating Nature
Make the plant for which we toil ? Sighs must fan it, tears must water,
Sweat of ours must dress the soil. Think, ye masters iron-hearted,
Lolling at your jovial boards ! Think how many backs have smarted
For the sweets your cane affords. 4 (0) Is there, as ye sometimes tell us,
Is there one who reigns on high? Has he bid you buy and sell us,
Speaking from his throne, the sky ? Ask him, if your knotted scourges,
Matches, blood-extorting screws, Are the means that duty urges
Agents of his will to use ? 5 6.) Hark! he answers,—wild tornadoes,
Strewing yonder sea with wrecks ; Wasting towns, plantations, meadows,
Are the voice with which he speaks. He, foreseeing what vexations
Afric's sons should undergo Fixed their tyrants' habitations
Where his WHIRLWINDS answer-NO. 6 By our blood in Afric wasted,
Ere our necks received the chain ; By the miseries that we tasted,
Crossing in your barks the main ;
To the man-degrading mart;
Only by a broken heart.