Said the Cornishman: "That's no a 'shillalah,' ye scamp! Looaks to I like Diogenes 'ere wi' is laamp, Searchin' haard fur a 'onest maan.” Muttered Pat, "phat ye say, Fur he's lookin' my way, "Faith, that is true," And by the same favor don't recognize you!" "Shust vait unt I dolt you," said Hans; "vat is der matter; She vent to der cidy, Unt buyed her a suit fun der reaty-made clo's.” "Me no sabee you Foleners; too muchee talkee! Catch um lain, no umblalee! Heap velly big shirtee-me no likee washee!" "Oh!" cried Sambo amazed: "Dat's de cullud man's Lor'! Jess you looken dat gown! Lor' 'a massy, I knows I's gone nigga' now!" Said the Yankee: "I've heerd ye discussin' her figger; You'll find her to hum! Dew I mean what I say? Wall, somewhat-I should smile!" ARNOLD WINKELREID "Make way for Liberty!"-he cried; James Montgmery. A living wall, a human wood! Peasants, whose new-found strength had broke From manly necks the ignoble yoke: Marshalled once more at Freedom's call, They came to conquer or to fall. And now the work of life and death Yet, while the Austrians held their ground, It must not be: this day, this hour, And felt as 'twere a secret known That one should turn the scale alone; While each unto himself was he On whose sole arm hung victory. It did depend on one, indeed; There sounds not to the trump of Fame Unmarked, he stood among the throng, Till you might see, with sudden grace, And, by the uplifting of his brow, Tell where the bolt would strike and how. But 'twas no sooner thought than done- Swift to the breach his comrades fly- Rout, ruin, panic scattered all: An earthquake could not overthrow A city with a surer blow. Thus Switzerland again was free; Thus death made way for Liberty. BUNKER HILL George H. Calvert. "Not yet, not yet; steady, steady!" On came the foe, in even line: Nearer and nearer to thrice paces nine. A sheet of flame! A roll of death! They fell by scores; we held our breath! Another sheet of flame! And brave men fled who never fled before. Back to the astounded shore. Quickly they rallied, reinforced. And bursting bombs and whistling musketry All the new din of dreadful war, Through their broad bosoms calmly coursed Another sheet of deathful flame! They broke, they fled: Down the green, bloody hill. Howe, Burgoyne, Clinton, Gage, Into each emptied barge They crowd fresh men for a new charge Our powder failed. On three sides fast The foe pressed in; nor quailed A man. Their barrels empty, with musket-stocks They fought and gave death-dealing knocks, Till Prescott ordered the retreat. Then Warren fell; and through a leaden sleet, Stark, Putnam, Pomeroy, Knowlton, Read, Led off the remnant of those heroes true, The ground they gained; but we The tidings of that chosen band And when the speeding messenger, that bare The leader, who had just been named, The steadfast, earnest Washington His great soul flashing to his eyes, "Our liberties are safe; the cause is won," A thankful look he cast to heaven, and then His steed he spurned, in haste to lead such noble men. V. Lyric Poetry The usual definition of a lyric given in different dictionaries seems to coincide with this one statement at least; namely, a poem which may be set to music, or a poem sung with the lyre accompaniment. Consequently the word lyric comes from the word lyre, suggesting music or musical rhythm. Therefore the poem must have primarily a rhythmic, musical pulsation. A lyric is the universal expression of the individual idea in rhythmic form. It is always written in the first person, and must be written about a universal thing. It is the individual expression of a concrete idea, that is, if we take for example Wordsworth's poem, "To the Cuckoo." Should the speaker |