7. Still panting o'er a crowd to reign, More joy it gives to woman's breast, 8. Bright as the sun her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. 9. There's danger in the dazzling eye, That woos thee with its witching smile; Another, when thou art not by, Those beaming looks would fain beguile. 10. But why, O, why on all thus squander MOORE. POPE. MRS. OSGOOD. C. F. HOFFMAN. COUNTRY-PATRIOTISM. 1. A great man struggling in the storms of fate, 2. But where to find the happiest spot below, POPE. GOLDSMITH'S Traveller. 3. Whither where equinoctial fervours glow, Or winter wraps the polar land in snow. GOLDSMITH'S Traveller. 150 COUNTRY-PATRIOTISM. 4. Gay sprightly land of mirth and social joy! GOLDSMITH'S Traveller. 5. The wandering mariner, whose eye explores In every clime the magnet of his soul, 6. Then said the mother to her son, And pointed to his shield ; "Come with it, when the battle's done, Or on it, from the field." 7. Breathes there a man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said— This is my own-my native land! J. MONTGOMERY. R. MONTGOMERY. SCOTT's Last Minstrel. 8. Wert thou all that I wish thee, great, glorious and free, MOORE. 9. Carolina, Carolina! Heaven's blessings attend her! 10. Let Spain boast the treasures that grow in her mines; 11. Our bosoms with rapture beat high at thy name, Thy health is our transport-our triumph thy fame; Like our sires, with our swords we 'll support thy renown; 12. On, on to the just and glorious strife, With your swords your freedom shielding; But die at least, unyielding! 13. Sweet clime of my kindred, blest land of my birth! 14. Oh heaven! he cried, my bleeding country save! CAMPBELL'S Pleasures of Hope. 15. Hope for a season bade the world farewell, And freedom shriek'd, as Kosciusko fell! 16. CAMPBELL'S Pleasures of Hope. They never fail who die gore, In a great cause: the block may soak their They but augment the deep and sweeping thoughts The world at last to freedom. BYRON'S Marino Faliero. 152 COUNTRY-PATRIOTISM. 17. Snatch from the ashes of your sires The embers of their former fires, BYRON'S Giaour. 18. The Niobe of Nations! there she stands, 19. -While the tree BYRON'S Childe Harold. Of freedom's wither'd trunk puts forth a leaf, BYRON'S Childe Harold. BYRON'S Childe Harold. 20. Yes, honour decks the turf that wraps their clay. 21. Who, all unbrib'd, on freedom's ramparts stand, Faithful and true, bright wardens of the land. CHARLES SPRAGUE. 22. England! with all thy faults, I love thee still. 23. When a patriot falls, must he fall in the battle, COWPER. Where the cannon's loud roar is his only death-rattle? Who are prowling around them, and aiming their blows. 24. And they who for their country die, Shall fill an honour'd grave; For glory lights the soldier's tomb, MRS. DANA. J. R. DRAKE. 25. They love their land because it is their own, FITZ-GREEN HALLECK. 26. Strike-till the last arm'd foe expires; sires, FITZ-GREEN HALLECK. 27. Yes, it is dear-fair Southern clime J. T. WATSON. COUNTRY LIFE.-(See RURAL SCENES.) COURAGE. (See BRAVERY.) COURTIER-PARASITE. 1, Full little knowest thou, that hast not tried, SPENSER'S Mother Hubbard's Tale. |