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LXIII. -- THE GLADIATOR
He leans upon his hand; his manly brow
And his drooped head sinks gradually low;
And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow
Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now
Were with his heart, and that was far away;
But where his rude hut by the Danube lay,
There were his young barbarians all at play,
Butchered to make a Roman holiday !
LXIV. - LAMENTATION FOR THE DEATH OF CELIN. At the gate of old Grana'da, when all its bolts are barred, At twilight, at the Vega-gate, there is a trampling heard ; There is a trampling heard, as of horses treading slow, And a weeping voice of women, and a heavy sound of woe. “What tower is fallen ? what star is set ? what chief come these
bewailing ?” — “ A tower is fallen! A star is set ! - Alas! alas for Celin!”
Three times they knock, three times they cry, and wide the doors
they throw; Dejectedly they enter, and mournfully they go ! In gloomy lines they mustering stand beneath the hollow porch, Each horseman grasping in his hand a black and flaming torch. Wet is each eye as they go by, and all around is wailing, For all have heard the
misery, “ Alas! alas for Celin!" Him yesterday a Moor did slay, of Bencerraje's blood : 'T was at the solemn jousting; around the nobles stood;
* Pronounce Sālin.
THE AMERICAN REPUBLIC.
The nobles of the land were by, and ladies bright and fair
“ Alas! alas for Celin!” 0! lovely lies he on his bier above the purple pall, The flower of all Granada's youth, the loveliest of them all ; His dark, dark eye is closed, his rosy lip is pale, The crust of blood lies black and dim upon his burnished mail; And evermore the hoarse tambour breaks in upon their wailing; Its sound is like no earthly sound, “ Alas! alas for Celin!” The Moorish maid at her lattice stands, the Moor stands at his
door ; One maid is wringing of her hands, and one is weeping sore. Down to the dust men bow their heads, and ashes black they
strew Upon their broidered garments, of crimson, green, and blue; Before each gate the bier stands still, then bursts the loud
bewailing, From door and lattice, high and low, .“ Alas! alas for Celin!” An old, old woman cometh forth, when she hears the people cry; Her hair is white as silver, like horn her glazed eye; 'Twas she who nursed him at her breast, who nursed him long
ago ; She knows not whom they all lament, but, ah! she soon shall
know ! With one loud shriek, she through doth break, when her ears
receive their wailing, “Let me kiss my Celin ere I die!. - Alas! alas for Celin!”
LXV. – THE AMERICAN REPUBLIC.
O'er the three fractions of the groaning globe ;
A scepter, and endures the purple robe ;
If the free Switzer yet bestrides alone
LXVI. — THE LYRE AND THE SWORD. The following will be found suitable for delivery by three speakers. Let the
First Speaker be on the right, the Second on the left, and the Third in the middle. The First and Second Speakers will distinguish between those parts of their stanzas addressed to the audience, and those parts addressed to the Third Speaker.
And gird me to thy side!
The battle's crimson tide ;
THE LYRE AND THE SWORD. :
Where the clarion soundeth joyously
A free and forward blast,
Lies all the choice thou hast!”
But a Lyre hung near that falchion,
From whose unheeded strings
. Like the sound of viewless wings :
Such were the words it spake,
Afar, for thy dear sake!
Its strain of martial glee:
The battle waits for thee!
Amid its wildest burst;
The home where thou wert nursed.
“ How terrible to die,
Shine in the cloudless eye !
That sire's low tomb before;
0, open it no more !
The memory of her griefs of old ?” * Pronounced sõrd, by Walker, Smart, and the best English authorition :
« Which lifts the bitterer cry,
Or the shame for those who fly?
When life's brief day is done,
To own thee for a son ?
“Good Sword, thou counselest well;
Where my true father fell :
Bright Fame the gem I seek;
A blush to stain my cheek!
Thou art not wont to weep
In slothfulness and sleep;
Above the true and free;
So let it ever be !
LXVII. — ADVANCE.
+ Hero a hand on the Firsts shoulder ; at Lyre on the Second's, and a look upward.