The warrior, and the warrior's deeds,— No daunting thoughts came o'er him; He looked on ocean,-its broad breast On earth :—and saw, from east to west, While rock, and glen, and cave, and coast, He heard the imperial echoes ring,— I saw him next alone :-nor camp, He, who with heaven contended, Fled like a fugitive and slave ! Behind, the foe ;-before,-the wave: He stood;-fleet, army, treasure, gone,― But wave and wind swept ruthless on, For they were monarchs there; And Xerxes, in a single barque, Where late his thousand ships were dark, Must all their fury dare : What a revenge,— -a trophy, this, For thee, immortal Salamis ! [Miss Jewsbury. THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan; His brow is wet with honest sweat; And looks the whole world in the face, Week out, week in, from morn till night, Like a sexton ringing the old kirk chimes And children, coming home from school, Look in at the open door: They love to see a flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks, that fly He goes, on Sunday, to the church, He hears the parson pray and preach, Singing in the village choir, And it makes his heart rejoice. It sounds to him like her mother's voice, He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard rough hand he wipes Toiling, rejoicing, sorrowing, Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, Our fortunes must be wrought; [Longfellow. BERNARDO AND KING ALPHONSO. WITH Some good ten of his chosen men, Before them all in the palace hall, The lying king to beard; With cap in hand and eye on ground, He came in reverend guise, But ever and anon he frowned, And flame broke from his eyes. "A curse upon thee," cries the king, But what from traitor's blood should spring, His sire, lords, had a traitor's heart,— May think it were a pious part "Whoever told this tale, The king hath rashness to repeat," No treason was in Sancho's blood,— Below the throne, what knight will own "Ye swore upon your kingly faith, But, curse upon your paltering breath! And visage blind, and mangled limb, "The king that swerveth from his word 66 But noble vengeance shall be mine; And open hate I'll show ; The king hath injured Carpio's line, And Bernard is his foe !" Seize, seize him!" loud the king doth scream: 66 There are a thousand here; Let his foul blood this instant stream; What! caitiffs, do you fear? Seize, seize the traitor!" But not one To move a finger dareth: Bernardo standeth by the throne, And calm his sword he bareth. He drew the falchion from its sheath, And all the hall was still as death :- And here's the sword that owns no lord, Fain would I know who dares its point,― Then to his mouth his horn he drew,- His ten true men the signal knew, And through the ring they broke, "Ha! Bernard!" quoth Alphonso, Ye know full well I jested ; Ye know your worth I prize!" But Bernard turned upon his heel, And, smiling, passed away. Long rued Alphonso and Castile The jesting of that day! THE BATTLE OF BANNOCKBURN. WIDE o'er Bannock's heathy wold Scotland's deathful banners roll'd, And spread their wings of sprinkled gold ¡Lockhart. |