164 ADDRESS TO INDEPENDENCE. That for itself can woo the approaching fight, No dread of death-if with us die our foes- When those who win at length divide the prey, ADDRESS TO INDEPENDENCE. We have printed this piece as prose-not measuring it off into metrical lines, that the reader may see how naturally the rhythm forms itself upon the tongue : Thy spirit, Independence, let me share. Lord of the lion heart and eagle eye! thy steps I follow with my bosom bare, nor heed the storm that howls along the sky. Thou, guardian genius, thou didst teach my youth pomp and her tinsel livery to despise; my lips, by thee chastised to early truth, ne'er paid that homage which the heart denies. Those sculptured walls my feet shall never tread, where varnished Vice and Vanity, combined to dazzle and seduce, their banners spread, and forge vile shackles for the free-born mind; where Insolence his wrinkled front uprears, and all the flowers of spurious fancy blow; and Title his ill-woven chaplet wears-full often wreathed around the miscreant's brow; where ever-dimpling Falsehood, pert and vain, presents her sup of stale profession's froth; and pale Disease, with all his bloated train, torments the sons of gluttony and sloth. In Fortune's car behold the minion ride, with either India's glittering spoils oppressed; so moves the sumpter-mule, in harnessed pride, that bears the treasure which he cannot taste. For him let venal bards disgrace the bay, and hireling minstrels wake the tinkling string; her sensual snares let faithless Pleasure lay, and all her jingling bells fantastic Folly ring;-disquiet, doubt and dread shall intervene; and Nature, still to all her feelings just, in vengeance hang a damp on every scene, shook from the baneful pinions of disgust. Nature I'll court in her sequestered haunts, by mountain, meadow, streamlet, grove or cell; where the poised lark his evening ditty chants, and health, and peace, and contemplation dwell. There Study shall with Solitude recline, and Friendship pledge me to his fellow-swains; and Toil and Temperance sedately twine the slender cord that fluttering life sustains; and fearless poverty shall guard the door; and Taste unspoiled the frugal table spread; and Industry supply the humble store; and Sleep, unbribed, his dews refreshing shed; white-mantled Innocence, ethereal sprite, shall chase far off the goblins of the night; and Independence o'er the day preside ;—propitious power! my patron and my pride! THE WRECK. BYRON. Scarcely ever has such a startling picture been portrayed by words. The reader should try by tone, accent, and gesture to give the author's evident meaning: Then rose from sea to sky the wild farewell Then shriek'd the timid and stood still the brave Then some leap'd overboard with dreadful yell, And the sea yawn'd around her like a hell, And down she suck'd with her the whirling wave, And tries to strangle him before he die. And first one universal shriek there, rush'd Accompanied with a convulsive splash, A solitary shriek, the bubbling cry 166 DEPARTURE OF MARMION. DEPARTURE OE MARMION. SCOTT. To deliver this noble extract aright, the student should carefully study every line, and thus obtain an insight into the characters of Douglas and Marmion. The voice should y as much as possible in every respect, to personify the > warriors: Not far advanced was morning day, "Let the hawk stoop,-his prey is flown! " But Marmion stopped to bid adieu: Though something I might plain,” he said, "Of cold respect to stranger guest, Sent hither by your king's behest, While in Tantallon's towers I staid,- But Douglas round him drew his cloak, The hand of such as Marmion clasp !" Burned Marmion's swarthy cheek like fire, And-"This to me!" he said,- DEPARTURE OF MARMION. And, first, I tell thee, haughty peer, "And, Douglas, more I tell thee here, Here in thy hold, thy vassals near And if thou said'st I am not peer On the earl's cheek the flush of rage Fierce he broke forth :-" And dar'st thou, then, The Douglas in his hall? And hop'st thou thence unscath'd to go ? No! by Saint Bride of Bothwell, no! Up drawbridge, grooms!--what, warder, ho! Lord Marmion turned-well was his need!- The steed along the drawbridge flies, And when Lord Marmion reached his band, He halts and turns with clenched Land, And shout of loud defiance pours, And shook his gauntlet at the towers. "Horse! horse!" the Douglas cried, "and chase!" But soon he reined his fury's pace: "A royal messenger he came, Though most unworthy of the name. A letter forged! Saint Jude to speed! When the king praised his clerkly skill. 167 168 WAR SONG OF THE GREEKS. Thanks to Saint Bothan, son of mine, "Saint Mary mend my fiery mood! WAR SONG OF THE GREEKS. BARRY CORNWALL. This should be delivered with a prompt, fearless enunciation, as though the speaker's heart was charged with the electric fire of love of country: Awake! 'tis the terror of war! The crescent is tossed on the wind; But our flag flies on high, like the perilous star Of the battle. Before and behind, Wherever it glitters, it darts Bright death into tyrannous hearts. Who are they that now bid us be slaves? They are foes to the good and the free; Go, bid them first fetter the might of the waves! Have spirits untamable still, And the strength to be free,-and the will! The Helots are come: in their eyes Proud hate and fierce massacre burn; Our fathers,-each man was a god, His will was a law, and the sound Of his voice, like a spirit's, was worshipped: he trod, From the gates of the West to the Sun, |