Check this mad fury! wait the coming fray! What a wild rage is this that bears you on, Madden your weapons with th' enthusiast soul! To slavery, insult!-O 'twere wise, 'twere best To stay his fettering hand, nor tamely rest While strength and valour on your efforts call! Your blood, chiefs, is your country's!-guard it then For her!-it is not yours, heroic men! It grieves me not to see a warlike rage,— In struggles leading on to freedom's grave; Let me fall first; for I am sick of life, And wearied with misfortune:-let me die! Since these sad thoughts end not my misery! Thus made the victim of this vain world's strife? In strength and valour ye all equal are; And power, and wealth, and bravery in war, Were equally conferr'd by bounteous Heaven. In greatness,-strength of soul,-ye all are even, And each might rule the world, they blaze so far. Now prove your worth by valiant hero-deeds: This is no time for words! your country bleeds. I trust your arms,—your hearts; nor aught suspect ; Who all may govern, and whom all revere. Madrid, 1776, p. 27-29. COMENDADOR ESCRIBA. WELCOME DEATH. "Ven muerte, tan escondida." COME, gentle death! come silently,- Come like the rapid lightning's ray, That wounds, but while it wounds is still; It passes, voiceless, on its way, And flings its mortal barb at will. Thus soft, thus calm, thy coming be, Cancionero de Valencia, 1511, p. 128. VICENTE ESPINEL. FAINT HEART NEVER WON FAIR LADY. "Siempre alcanza lo que quiere.” HE who is both brave and bold Modesty, in women's game, He alone is understood; But the courageless and cold Ne'er could win, and never should. If you love a lady bright, Seek-and shall find a way; you All that love would say-to say— If you watch the occasion right, |