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Beauteous as visions seen in dreamy sleep,
Yet on that form in wild delirious trance,
The Servian Youth to a Traveller.
Oh leave me ! leave me !
My wants are supplied and my steed is the fleetest
You say there are brighter
And richer domains than the lands of our tillage,
Will your laws and your cities delight her?
O no! she will tell thee
That the place of our birth of all places the dearest,
That the heart curls its tendrils round that which is nearest ;
Then go! thou false rover,
We will cling to the scenes which our infancy clung to,
We will sing the old songs which our fathers have sung too. To our country be as true as a lover,
Till its green sod our ashes shall cover,
ODE ON GREECE.—Byron.
The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece,
The Scian and the Teian muse,
The hero's harp, the lover's lute,
The Mountains look on Marathon-
I dream'd that Greece might still be free
A king sate on the rocky brow
Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis;
And men in nations; all were his !
And where are they? and where art thou,
The heroic bosom beats no more!
'Tis something, in the dearth of fame,
Though link'd among a fetter'd race,
Even as I sing, suffuse my face;
Must we but weep o'er days more blest?
What, silent still? and silent all?
Ah! no;-the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall,
And answer, "Let one living head, But one arise, we come, we come!" 'Tis but the living who are dumb,
In vain-in vain: strike other chords; Fill high the cup with Samian wine! Leave battles to the Turkish hordes,
And shed the blood of Scio's vine ! Hark! rising to the ignoble callHow answers each bold bacchanal !
You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet,
Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone? Of two such lessons, why forget
The nobler and the manlier one? You have the letter Cadmus gaveThink ye he meant them for a slave?
Fill high the bowl with Samian wine!
We will not think of themes like these! It made Anacreon's song divine:
He served but served Polycrates~~
Trust not for freedom to the Franks
They have a king who buys and sells ; In native swords, and native ranks,
The only hope of courage dwells; But Turkish force, and Latin fraud, Would break your shield, however broad.
Place me on Sunium's marbled steep
Where nothing, save the waves and I, May hear our mutual murmurs sweef ;
There swan-like, let me sing and die ! A land of slaves shall ne'er be mineDash down yon cup of Samian wine!
SCIENCE AND RELIGION.-Ray.
Wide o'er the world was darkness spread,
A light that flashed beyond the tomb,
RELIGION Comes-whose beauteous form
Shines through her garments pure and white ; So silvery clouds before a storm,
Float round the radiant queen of night, The kindred stars she lights with grace, And shares a smile from every face.
Pride-impious and destructive fiend,
With boastful phalanx intervened,
Now hand in hand, their walk is seen,
Through this high-favoured clime of ours
To their own longed-for native skies,
With all their ardent votaries here,
And deck'd her for a brighter sphere,
Indignant Sentiments on National Prejudice, Hatred, and on Slavery.-Cowper.
Oh! for a lodge in some vast wilderness,
Might never reach me more! My ear is pain'd,
He finds his fellow guilty of a skin