Unmarked he stood amid the throng,1 Till you might see, with sudden grace,3 And, by the uplifting of his brow, Tell where the bolt would strike, and how. 3. But 'twas no sooner thought than done: Ten spears he swept within his grasp: 4. Swift to the breach his comrades fly: And through the Austrian phalanx dart, Rout, ruin, panic, scattered all: 1 the throng, the troops. 2 rumination, deep reflection. 8 sudden grace, the glow on his martyr face. An earthquake could not overthrow Thus Switzerland again was free: The sailor's eyes were dimmed with dew. 2. What little lad? as if there could be “What little lad, do you say?" The Gray Swan sailed away." 3. The other day? The sailor's eyes Stood wide open with surprise : "The other day? the Swan?" His heart began in his throat to rise. The jacket he had on." "And so your lad is gone!" 4. "Gone with the Swan."-"And did she stand With her anchor clutching hold of the sand, "Why, to be sure! I've seen from the land, A sight to remember, sir." 5. "But, my good mother, do you know, I stood on the Gray Swan's deck, 6. "And did the little lawless lad, That has made you sick, and made you sad, Sail with the Gray Swan's crew?" "Lawless! the man is going mad; Be sure he sailed with the crew 7. "And he has never written line, Nor sent you word, nor made you sign, "Hold! if 'twas wrong, the wrong is mine: And could he write from the grave? 8. "Gone twenty years! a long, long cruise; And come back home, think you, you can 9. The sailor twitched his shirt so blue, And is it is it is it you? My blessed boy, my child, My dead, my living child!" 94.- Marco Bozzaris. Marco Bozzaris (bot-sär'is) was a Greek patriot who greatly distinguished himself in the Greek war of independence against the Turks, in the early part of the present century. 1. At midnight, in his guarded tent, The Turk was dreaming of the hour When Greece, her knee in suppliance1 bent, 1 suppliance, low entreaty. In dreams through camp and court he bore In dreams his song of triumph heard; 2. At midnight, in the forest shades, There had the Persian thousands stood, There had the glad earth drunk their blood, And now there breathed that haunted air 3. An hour passed on; the Turk awoke: That bright dream was his last. He woke to hear his sentries shriek, "To arms! they come! the Greek! the Greek!" And death-shots falling thick and fast 1 Suliote band, followers of Bozzaris; so named from his birthplace, Suli. |