and Noah | only 7 re- | mained a- | live, | 7 and they that were with him | 7 in the | ark. 7 | 7 7 | 7 7 | 7 And the waters pre- | vailed upon the | earth | 7 an | 1 hundred and fifty | days. | 77 | 77 |

HOHENLINDEN.

Campbell.

7 On | Linden | 77 | when the | sun was | low, |

7 All bloodless | 7 7 | lay the un- | trodden | snow, | 7 7 | 7 And | dark as | winter | 7 was the | flow |

7 Of | Iser | rolling | rapidly. | 77 | 77 |

7 But | Linden | 77 | saw an- | other | sight |
When the | drum | beat | 7 at | dead of | night |
7 Com- | manding | fires of | death, | 7 to | light |
7 The darkness | 7 of her | scenery. | 7 7 | 7 7 |

7 By | torch and | trumpet | 7 7 | fast ar- | ray'd |
Each horseman | drew his | battle | blade, | 77 |
7 And | furious | 7 7 | every | charger | neighed |
7 To | join the | dreadful | revelry. | 7 7 | 7 7 |

Then shook the | hills | 7 with | thunder | riven,
Then | rush'd the | steed, | 7 to | battle | driven, |
77 | And | louder than the | bolts of | heaven, | 77 |
Far, | flash'd | 7 the | red | 7 ar- | tillery. | 77 | 77 |

7 And | redder | yet | 7 those | fires shall | glow, |
7 On | Linden's hills of blood-stain'd | snow; | 77 |

7 And | darker yet | 7 shall be the | flow, | 7 Of | Iser | rolling | rapidly. | 77 | 77 |

7 'Tis morn; | 77 | 7 but | scarce | yon | lurid | sun 7 Can | pierce the | war-clouds | rolling | dun; | 7 7 | 7 Where | furious | Frank | 7 and | fiery | Hun | 77 | Shout in their | sulphurous | canopy. |77|77|

7 The | combat | deepens. |77|77 | On | 7 ye | brave | 7 Who | rush to glory |77|7 or the grave, | 77 | 77 | Wave, |77| Munich, | 7 7 | all thy | banners | wave;

77

7 And charge | 7 with all | 7 thy | chivalry. | 77771

Few, few shall | part where | many | meet, |77|77| 7 The | snow | 7 shall be their winding | sheet; | 77 | 7 And every | turf | 7 be- | neath their | feet |

7 Shall be a soldier's | sepulchre. | 77 | 77 |

ADDRESS OF HENRY V. TO HIS TROOPS BEFORE THE GATES OF HARFLEUR.

Shakspeare.

Once more unto the | breach | dear | friends, | 7 7 | once more; 7 7 | |

7 Or | close the wall up 7 with our | English | dead. | 77 |

7 In | peace | 77 | 7 there's | nothing | so be- | comes

a man |

7 As modest stillness | 7 and hu- | mility. | 7 7 |

blast of war | 7 7 | blows in our |

ears,

Then imitate the action of the | tiger:
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Stiffen the sinews, |77| summon | up the | blood, | 7 Disguise | fair | nature | 7 with | hard | favored rage: | 77 |

Then lend the

eye | 7 a | terrible | aspect; | 77 | Let it pry 7 through the | portage of the | head, | brass | cannon; | let the brow o'er

Like the

whelm it,

7 As | fearfully | as doth a | galled | rock | 77 |

7 O'er- | hang and | jutty | 7 his con- | founded | base | 77 | Swilled with the | wild | 7 and wasteful | ocean. [

7 7 | 7 7 |

Now set the teeth, 7 and stretch | 7 the nostril |

wide,

Hold hard the breath, | 7 and | bend | up | every |

spirit |

7 To his full height! | 7 7 | On, 7 | on, 7 | you | noble | English, | 77 |

7 Whose blood is | fet from | fathers of war | proof! | Fathers | 77 | 7 that | like | so many | Alexanders, | Have in these parts, | 7 from | morn till | even |

fought

7 And sheathed their | swords | 7 for | lack of | argument. 77|77|

7 Dis- | honor not your mothers. |77| Now at-test | 7 That those whom you call'd | Fathers did be- | get you!

7 Be | copy | now | 7 to | men of grosser | blood, | 7 7 | 7 And | teach them | how to | war! | 77 | 77 |

7 And you, good | yeomen,

7 Whose limbs were made in England, | show us |

here I

7 The mettle of your pasture; | 77 | let us | swear |

7 That you are worth your | breeding: |77| which I | doubt not.

77 | For there is none of you | so | mean and | base | 7 That hath not | noble | lustre | 7 in your eyes. | 7777

7 I see you stand, | like | grey hounds | 7 in the slips, | 77 |

Straining upon the | start. | 77 |

7 The game's a | foot, | 77 |

Follow your | spirit : | 7 7 | and upon this | charge, | Cry | God for | Harry! | 7 7 | England! | 7 and | Saint | George! | 77 | 77 |

LUCY.

Wordsworth.

Three years 7 she | grew, | 7 in | sun and show

er, | 7 7 |

Then | nature | said, | 7 “a | lovelier | flower |

7 On | earth | 7 was | never | sown ; | 77 |

This child I to my- | self | 7 will | take, ; |
I

77 | She shall be | mine, | 77 | and I will | make |

7 A lady of my own. | 77 | 77 |

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"7 My- | self | will to my darling | 7 7 | be, |
7 Both | law and | impulse: | 77 | 7 and with me |
7 The | girl | 7 in | rock | 7 and | plain, |

7 In | earth and ¦ heaven, | 7 in | glade and | bower, |
7 Shall feel 7 an over- | seeing | power |
| |

7 To kindle 7 and re- | strain. |77|77|
| |

"She shall be sportive | 7 as the | fawn |

7 That | wild with | glee | 7 a- | cross the | lawn |
7 Or | up the mountain | 7 7 | springs ; | 7 7 |
7 And hers | 7 shall be the | breathing | balm, |
7 And hers | 7 the | silence | 7 and the | calm |
7 Of | mute in- | sensate | things. | 77 | 7 7 |

"The floating | clouds | 7 their | state shall | lend |
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7 To | her; | 77 | 7 for | her | 7 the | willow|bend; |
77 | Nor shall she | fail to see, |

Even in the motions | 7 of the storm, |

Grace, 7 that shall | mould | 7 the | maiden's | form, |
7 By | silent sympathy. | 7 7 |

"777 The stars of midnight | 7 shall be | dear |
7 To | her; | 7 7 ¦ and she shall | lean her | ear ¦

7 In many a secret | place, |

7 Where | rivulets | dance their | wayward | round, |77|
7 And | beauty, | 7 7 | born of | murmuring | sound, |
7 Shall pass into her face. |77|77|

7 And | vital | feelings of de- | light |

7 Shall | rear her | form | 7 to stately | height; |
7 7 | 7 Her | virgin | bosom | swell; | 7 7 |

Such thoughts 7 to | Lucy | 7 I will | give, |