Dropp'd from her nerveless grasp, the shatter'd spear, Clos'd her bright eye, | and curb'd her high career: | Hope, for a season, bade the world farewell, And Freedom shriek'd, as Koscius'ko fell! | The sun went down. ; | nor ceas'd the carnage there', | Ye that at Marathon, and Leuc'tra bled! | Thou patriot Tell'- thou Bruce of Bannockburn! | BATTLE OF WATERLOO. (BYRON.) There was a sound of revelry by night; | Soft eyes look'd love' | to eyes which spake again' ; | But hush, !|hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell'!| Proud arch; not prow-darch'. Soft eyes; not sof-ties. 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 unconfin'd`; No sleep till morn', when Youth, and Pleasure meet | And nearer, clearer, | dead'lier than before! | 'And wild and high the "Cameron's gathering" rose'! | "The war-note of Lochiel', which Albyn's hills | I Have heard, and heard too, have her Saxon foes:How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, | Savage, and shrill, ! | But with the breath which fills Their mountain-pipe, | so fill the mountaineers', | With the fierce native daring which instils | The stirring memory of a thousand years. ; | And Evan's, Don'ald's fame, | rings in each clansman's ears! | And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves', | 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 valour, rolling on the foe, | And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold, and low1.| The midnight brought the signal sound of strife; | The thunder-clouds close o'er it, which when rent, | The earth is cover'd thick with other clay | Which her own clay shall cover, | heap'd and pent1, | Rider, and horse',- | friend, | foe', in one red burial blent! | a MARCO BOZZARIS.a (HALLECK.) - At midnight, in his guarded tent, | When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent, ¡ Marco Bozzaris, the Epaminondas of modern Greece. He fell in a night attack upon the Turkish camp at Laspi, the site of the In dreams, through camp, and court, he bore | The trophies of a con'queror; | In dreams his song of triumph heard;" | Then, wore his monarch's sig.net-ring; | Then press'd that monarch's throne, a king';| As wild his thoughts, and gay of wing, As Eden's garden-bird. | 'At midnight, in the forest-shades', ] There had the Persian's thou'sands stood; | And now there breath'd that haunted air, | 'An hour pass'd ond. the Turk awoke He woke to hear his sentries shriek ff To arms'! they come ! the Greek! the fffGreek'! | He woke to die, midst flame, and smoke', And shout, and groan, and sa'bre-stroke, | And death-shots. falling thick, and fast, | As lightnings from the moun'tain-cloud; | And heard, with voice as trumpet-loud, | Bozzaris cheer his band: | fff" Strike till the last arm'd foe expires; | Strike for your altars, and your fires'; | Strike for the green graves of your God, and your native land'!" | sires. | ancient Platæa, August 20, 1823, and expired in the moment of victory. His last words were and not a pain.” a "To die for liberty is a pleasure, Triumph heard; not tri-um'furd. b Mon'nårks. d Pass'd on; not pass-ton'. c Går'ân. They fought like brave men- | long, and well; | His few surviving comrades", saw, His smile when rang their proud hurrah', | Then saw in death his eyelids close, Calmly, as to a night's repose, Like flowers at set of sun. | 'Come to the bridal chamber, Death! Come to the mother's, when she feels I For the first time, her first-born's breath - That close the pes'tilence, are broke, | And crowded cities wail its stroke The earthquake shock', | the ocean-storm The groan, the knell', | the pall', | the bier、; | "But to the hero, | 3when his sword Of sky, and stars to prison'd men: | *Kům ́rådź, saw; not cum'rades-saw. b Bri'dâl; not bridle. |