1 2. 3. 127. SONG OF THE GREEKS, 1822. AG Our hearts bid the tyrants defiance; Our land, the first garden of Liberty's tree, It has been, and shall yet be, the land of the free; The pale dying crescent is daunted, And we march that the footprints of Mahomet's' slaves And the sword shall to glory restore us. Ah! what though no succor advances, Nor Christendom's chivalrous lances graves Are stretch'd in our aid?-Be the combat our own! Or that, dying, our deaths shall be glorious. A breath of submission we breathe not: The sword that we've drawn we will sheathe not: Earth may hide, waves engulf, fire consume us; To the charge!-Heaven's banner is o'er us. Achaians (a ka' anz), the people of Achaia, a department of the king dom of Greece. MAHOMEт, a false prophet of Arabia, who, by the mere force of his genius and his convictions, subdued many nations to his religion, his laws, and his scepter; and whose authority at the present time is acknowledged by nearly two hundred millions of souls. He was born in 570, and died on the 8th of June, 632.- Chivalrous (shiv' al rus). 5. This day-shall ye blush for its story; Or brighten your lives with its glory ?-— Our women-oh, say, shall they shriek in despair, Or embrace us from conquest, with wreaths in their hair? Accursed may his memory blacken, If a coward there be that would slacken Till we've trampled the turban, and shown ourselves worth Being sprung from, and named for, the god-like of earth. Strike home!-and the world shall revere us As heroes descended from heroes. Old Greece lightens up with emotion ! Her inlands, her isles of the ocean, Fanes rebuilt, and fair towns, shall with jubilee ring, That were cold, and extinguish'd in sadness; When the blood of yon Mussulman cravens THOMAS CAMPBELL. 1. Α ́ 128. MARCO BOZZARIS. T midnight, in his guarded tent, In dreams, through camp and court, he bore In dreams, his song of triumph heard; Then wore his monarch's signet ring; Then press'd that monarch's throne,—a king; As wild his thoughts, and gay of wing, As Eden's garden bird. · 'Helicon (hel' e kon), a famous mountain in Boeotia, in Greece, from which flows a fountain, and where resided the Muses.- Hearths (hårths). -See Biographical Sketch, p. 137. 2. At midnight, in the forest shades, There had the Persian's thousands stood, And now, there breathed that haunted air 8. An hour pass'd on-the Turk awoke; He woke to hear his sentries shriek, And death-shots falling thick and fast "Strike-till the last arm'd foe expires; 4. They fought-like brave men, long and well; Bleeding at every vein. His few surviving comrades saw His smile, when rang their proud huzza, 'Platæa (plå tè'a), a ruined city of Greece, in Boeotia, seven miles 8 W. of Thebes. Near it, B. c. 479, the Geeks, under Pausanias, totally defeated and nearly annihilated the grand Persian army, under Mardonius, who was killed in the action. Here, also, fell MARCO Bozzaris, in an attack upon the Turkish camp, August 20th, 1823, and expired in the moment of victory. His last words were: "To DIE FOR LIBERIY IS A PLEASURE, NOT A PAIN And the red field was won; Like flowers at set of sun. 5. Come to the bridal chamber, Death! The groan, the knell, the pall, the bier; Of agony, are thine. 6. But to the hero, when his sword Has won the battle for the free, The thanks of millions yet to be. Greece nurtured in her glōry's time, For thou art Freedom's now, and Fame's,- That were not born to die! HALLECK. FITZ-GREENF HALLECK was born at Guilford, in Connecticut, August, 1795, and at the age of eighteen entered the banking-house of JACOB BARKER, in New York, with which he was associated several years, subsequently performing the duties of a book-keeper in the private office of JOHN JACOB ASTOR. Soon after the decease of that noted millionaire, in 1848, he retired to his birthplace, where he has since resided. He evinced a taste for poetry and wrote verses at a very early period. "Twilight," his first offering to the "Evening Post," appeared in October, 1818. The year following he gained his first celebrity in literature as a town wit, by producing, with his friend DRAKE, several witty and satirical pieces, which appeared in the columns of the "Evening Post" with the signature of Croaker & Co.; and his fame was fully established by the publication of a volume of his poems in 1827. His poetry is characterized by its music and perfection of versification, and its vigor and healthy sentiment 129. CONVERSATIONS AFTER MARRIAGE.1 Enter LADY TEAZLE and SIR PETER.' Sir Peter. Lady Teazle, Lady Teazle, I'll not bear it! Lady Teazle. [Right.] Sir Peter, Sir Peter, you may bear it or not, as you please; but I ought to have my own way in every thing; and what's more, I will too. What! though I was educated in the country, I know very well that women of fashion in London are accountable to nobody after they are married. Sir P. [Left.] Věry well, ma'am, very well-so a husband is to have no influence, no authority? Lady T. Authority! No, to be sure:-if you wanted authority over me, you should have adopted me, and not married me; I am sure you were old enough. Sir P. Old enough!-ay-there it is. Well, well, Lady Teazle, though my life may be made unhappy by your temper, I'll not be ruined by your extravagance. Lady T. My extravagance! I'm sure I'm not more extravagant than a woman ought to be. Sir P. No, no, madam, you shall throw away no more sums on such unmeaning luxury. 'Slife! to spend as much to furnish your dressing-room with flowers in winter as would suffice to turn the Pantheon3 into a green-house. Lady T. Lord, Sir Peter, am I to blame, because flowers are dear in cold weather? You should find fault with the climate, and not with me. For my part, I'm sure, I wish it was spring all the year round, and that roses grew under our feet! Sir P. Zounds! madam-if you had been born to this, I From "The School for Scandal."-The following conversations are admirable exercises in Personation, see p. 60.- Pan the' on, a magnificent temple at Rome, dedicated to all the gods. It is now converted into a church. It was built or embellished by AGRIPPA, son-in-law to Augustus, is of a round or cylindrical form, with a spherical dome, and 144 feet in diameter. |