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To whom the goblin full of wrath reply'd; (°) "Art thou that traitor Angel? art thou he, 10 Who first broke peace in Heav'n and faith, till then Unbroken, and in proud rebellious arms

Drew after him the third part of Heav'n's sons, Conjur'd against the High'est, for which both thou And they, outcast rom God, are here condemn'd 15 To waste eternal days in wo and pain?

And reckon'st thou thyself with spi'rits of Heav'n,
Hell-doom'd, and breath'st defiance here and scorn,
Where I reign king, and, to enrage thee more,
Thy king and lord? Back to thy punishment,
20 False fugitive, and to thy speed add wings,

Lest with a whip of scorpions I pursue
Thy ling'ring, or with one stroke of this dart,
Strange horrors seize thee, and pangs unfelt before."*


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The Exercises of the foregoing head were designed to accustom the voice to exertion on the extreme notes of its compass, high and low. The following Exercises under this head are intended to accustom the voice to those sudden transitions which sentiment often requires, not only as to pitch, but also as to quantity.

The Power of Eloquence.


1 HEARD ye those loud contending waves,
That shook Cecropia's pillar'd state?
Saw ye
the mighty from their graves
Look up, and tremble at her fate?
Who shall calm the angry storm?
Who the mighty task perform,

And bid the raging tumult cease?
See the son of Hermes rise;
With syren tongue, and speaking eyes,
Hush the noise, and soothe to peace!
2 Lo! from the regions of the North,

The reddening storm of battle pours;
Rolls along the trembling earth,

Fastens on the Olynthian towers.

* The two preceding are good examples of the intensive, in distinction from the common slide.

3 () "Where rests the sword?-where sleep the brave? Awake! Cecropia's ally save

From the fury of the blast;
Burst the storm on Phocis' walls;
Rise! or Greece forever falls.

Up! or freedom breathes her last!"

4 () The jarring States, obsequious now,
View the Patriot's hand on high;
Thunder gathering on his brow,
Lightning flashing from his eye!

5 Borne by the tide of words along,
One voice, one mind, inspire the throng:

(0°) "To arms! to arms! to arms!" they cry,
Grasp the shield and draw the sword,
Lead us to Philippi's lord,

Let us conquer him—or die!”


6 (-) Ah Eloquence! thou wast undone; Wast from thy native country driven, When Tyranny eclips'd the sun,

And blotted out the stars of heaven.

7 When Liberty from Greece withdrew, And o'er the Adriatic flew,

To where the Tiber pours
his urn,
She struck the rude Tarpeian rock;
Sparks were kindled by the shock-
Again thy fires began to burn!

8 Now, shining forth, thou mad'st compliant
The Conscript Fathers to thy charms;
Rous'd the world-bestriding giant,
Sinking fast in Slavery's arms!

9 I see thee stand by Freedom's fane, Pouring the persuasive strain,

Giving vast conceptions birth: Hark! I hear thy thunder's sound, Shake the Forum round and roundShake the pillars of the earth!

10 First-born of Liberty divine!

Put on Religion's bright array;

Speak! and the starless grave shall shine
The portal of eternal day!

11 Rise, kindling with the orient beam; Let Calvary's hill inspire the theme!

Unfold the garments roll'd in blood!
O touch the soul, touch all her chords,
With all the omnipotence of words,
And point the way to heaven-to God.


2 But Linden saw anòther sight,

When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light

The darkness of her scenery.


Hohenlinden....Description of a Battle with Firearms.

1 (6) On Linden, when the sun was low,
All bloodless lay the untrodden snow,
And dark as winter was the flow
Of Iser rolling rapidly.

3 By torch and trumpet fast arrayed,
Each warrior drew his battle blade,
And furious every charger neighed,
To join the dreadful revelry.

Then shook the hills with thunder riven,
Then rushed the stèeds to battle driven,
And louder than the bolts of Heaven,
Far flashed the red artillery.

5 And redder yèt those fires shall glow,
On Linden's hills of blood-stained snow;
And darker yet shall be the flow
Of Iser rolling rapidly.

6 'Tis morn,—but scarce yon lurid sun
Can pierce the war clouds, rolling dun,
While furious Frank and fiery Hun
Shout in their sulph'rous canopy.

7 The combat deepens:-(°°) On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave!


Wave, Munich, all thy banners wave!
And charge with all thy chivalry!

8 (-) Ah! few shall part where many meet!
The snow shall be their winding sheet,
And every turf beneath their feet
Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.

Battle of Waterloo.

1 There was a sound of revelry by night,
And Belgium's capital had gathered then
Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright
The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men:
A thousand hearts beat happily; and when
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!
ing knell!

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2 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;
No sleep till morn, when youth and pleasure meet
To chase the glowing hours with flying feet-

(6) But, hark!-That heavy sound breaks in once more, As if the clouds its echo would repeat.


nearer, clearer, deadlier than before! (0°) Arm! arm! it is-it is the cannon's opening roar!

3 (-) Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro,
And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress,
And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago
Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness:
And there were sudden partings, such as press
The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs
Which ne'er might be repeated-who could guess
If ever more should meet, those mutual eyes,
Since upon night so sweet, such awful morn could rise?


And there was mounting, in hot haste; the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car,


Went pouring forward with impetuous speed,
And swiftly forming in the ranks of war,
And the deep thunder, peal on peal afar;
And near, the beat of the alarming drum
Roused up the soldier ere the morning star;
While thronged the citizens with terror dumb
Or whispering with white lips-"The foe! They come!
They come!"

And Ardennes* waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops, as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave,-alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass, Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when the fiery mass

Of living valour, rolling on the foe,

And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low

6 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 marshalling 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!


Negro's Complaint.

1 (-) Forced from home and all its pleasures,
Afric's coast I left forlorn;

To increase a stranger's treasures,

O'er the raging billows borne.

Men from England bought and sold me,
Paid my price in paltry gold;
But though slave they have enroll'd me,
Minds are never to be sold.

2 Still in thought as free as ever,
What are England's rights, I ask,
Me from my delights to sever,
Me to torture, me to task?

* Pronounced in two syllables.

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