No chronicles but theirs shall tell b: ebb, cub, tube, bib, glib, babe, bulb, barb, blue, imbibe, embark, imbue, disburse, unblessed. THERE is a pleasure in the pathless woods; By the deep sea, and music in its roar: From all I may be, or have been before, Roll on, thou deep and dark-blue ocean-roll! When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, The armaments which thunder-strike the walls These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee- not so thou! Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow. Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now. Thou glorious mirror, where th' Almighty's form Calm or convulsed — in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving; boundless, endless, and sublime— The image of eternity-the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone. And I have loved thee, ocean! and my joy Made them a terror, 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, LESSON XXIII. EXERCISES IN ARTICULATION. d:— bed, dead, did, made, grazed, hedged, judged, saved, writhed, charmed, paved, heard, ebbed, rigged, would, could, should, damaged, modest, deadly. Marco Bozzaris.* F. G. HALLECK. Ar midnight, in his guarded tent, The Turk was dreaming of the hour In dreams, through camp and court he bore In dreams, his song of triumph heard; At midnight in the forest-shades, Bozzaris ranged his Suliote band * Marco Bozzaris, the Epaminondas of modern Greece. He fell in a night attack upon the Turkish camp at Laspi, the site of the ancient Platea, August 20, 1823, and expired in the moment of victory. His last words were, "To die for liberty is a pleasure, and not a pain." True as the steel of their tried blades, There had the Persian's thousands stood, And now there breathed that haunted air, 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!" "Strike till the last armed foe expires; They fought like brave men-long and well; Bleeding at every vein. His few surviving comrades saw His smile when rang their proud hurrah, And the red field was won; Then saw in death his eyelids close Calmly, as to a night's repose, Like flowers at set of sun. Come to the bridal chamber, Death! That close the pestilence are broke, The earthquake shock - the ocean storm Come when the heart beats high and warm, With banquet-song, and dance, and wineAnd thou art terrible the tear, The groan, the knell, the pall, the bier, But to the hero, when his sword The thanks of millions yet to be. Of sky and stars to prisoned men! Thy grasp is welcome as the hand To the world-seeking Genoese, When the land-wind, from woods of palm, And orange groves, and fields of balm, Blew o'er the Haytian seas. |