The monsters of the deep are made; each zone And I have loved thee, Ocean, and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, on ward: from a boy I wantoned with the breakers - they to me Were a delight; and if the freshening sea Made them a terror, 'twas a pleasing fear; For I was, as it were, a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane as I do here. THE BATTLE OF WATERLOO LORD BYRON HERE was a sound of revelry by night THERE And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men. Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush! Hark! A deep sound strikes like a rising knell. Did ye not hear it? - No; 'twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street: On with the dance! Let joy be unconfined; But, hark! That heavy sound breaks in once more, As if the clouds its echo would repeat, And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before! Arm! Arm! It is it is the cannon's opening roar. Within a windowed niche of that high wall And caught its tone with Death's prophetic ear; And roused the vengeance blood alone could quell: Ah, then and there was hurrying to and fro, And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering with white lips, "The foe! They come ! They come !' And wild and high the "Cameron's gathering " rose, And Evan's, Donald's fame rings in each clansman's ears! And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear drops, as they pass, Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valor, rolling on the foe, And burning with high hope, shall molder cold and low. Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal sound of strife, The morn the marshaling in arms, the day Battle's magnificently stern array! The thunder clouds close o'er it, which when rent The earth is covered thick with other clay, Which her own clay shall cover, heaped and pent, Rider and horse friend, foe - in one red burial blent! Their praise is hymned by loftier harps than mine; There have been tears and breaking hearts for thee, And mine were nothing, had I such to give; But when I stood beneath the fresh green tree, With fruits and fertile promise, and the Spring I turned from all she brought to those she could not bring. I turned to thee, to thousands, of whom each In his own kind and kindred, whom to teach The Archangel's trump, not glory's, must awake Those whom they thirst for; though the sound of Fame May for a moment soothe, it cannot slake The fever of vain longing, and the name So honored but assumes a stronger, bitterer claim. They mourn, but smile at length; and, smiling, mourn: The tree will wither long before it fall; The hull drives on, though mast and sail be torn; The roof tree sinks, but molders on the hall In massy hoariness; the ruined wall Stands when its wind-worn battlements are gone; The bars survive the captive they enthrall; The day drags through, though storms keep out the sun; And thus the heart will break, and brokenly live on. DISCOVERIES OF GALILEO EDWARD EVERETT Edward Everett is an example, and a remarkable one, of an almost universal culture. His literary productions consist chiefly of exceedingly elaborate speeches and addresses. He contributed a number of papers to the North American Review. This man, distinguished as orator, scholar, and statesman, was born in Dorchester, Mass. His father was a minister at one time, having charge of the New South Church in Boston. EVERETT While preparing for college Everett had for his teacher Ezekiel Webster, brother of Daniel Webster, who had charge of the school for a short time, thus beginning what proved a lifelong friendship. Everett graduated from Harvard with the highest honors of his class. He studied theology and became minister of the Brattle Street Church, Boston. In 1815 he was made Professor of Greek at Harvard. In 1824 he was elected member of Congress, and continued in that service ten years. In 1835 he was elected Governor of Massachusetts. He was Minister to England under General William Henry Harrison. In 1845 he was CH. LIT. VII- - 13 |