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If I thy guileless bosom had,
Mine own would not be dry.”
The Night before Waterloo
There was a sound of revelry by night,
Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, 10 And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush i hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising
Did ye not hear it? — No; 'twas but the wind,
On with the dance ! let joy be unconfined; 15 No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet
To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.
And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before ! 20 Arm! arm ! it is-it is -- the cannon's opening roar!
Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro,
And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago
And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed,
They come! they come !"
Last noon beheld them full of lusty life,
- From “ CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE."
HENRY FRANCIS LYTE
Abide with Me
Abide with me! Fast falls the eventide;
5 Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day;
I need Thy presence every passing hour; 10 What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's power ?
Who, like Thyself, my guide and stay can be ? Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me.
I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless :
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness. 15 Where is Death's sting? Where, Grave, thy victory?
I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.
Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes,
Heaven's morning breaks, and earth’s vain shadows
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.
THOMAS B. MACAULAY
Horatius at the Bridge
The consul's brow was sad, and the consul's speech
was low, And darkly looked he at the wall, and darkly at the foe. “Their van will be upon us before the bridge goes
down; And if they once may win the bridge, what hope to
save the town?" Then out spoke brave Horatius, the captain of the
gate: “To every man upon this earth death cometh, soon
or late: Hew down the bridge, Sir Consul, with all the speed
ye may; I, with two more to help me, will hold the foe in play. 10 In yon strait path a thousand may well be stopped
Now who will stand on either hand, and keep the
bridge with me?" Then out spake Spurius Lartius — a Ramnian proud
was he “Lo! I will stand at thy right hand, and keep the
bridge with thee." And out spake strong Herminius — of Titian blood
was he “I will abide on thy left side, and keep the bridge
with thee.” “Horatius," quoth the consul, “as thou sayest, so let
it be.” And straight against that great array, forth went the
dauntless three. Soon all Etruria's noblest felt their hearts sink to
On the earth the bloody corpses, in the path the
dauntless three. And from the ghastly entrance, where those bold
Romans stood, The bravest shrank like boys who rouse an old bear
in the wood. But meanwhile ax and lever have manfully been
plied, And now the bridge hangs tottering above the boiling
tide. “Come back, come back, Horatius!” loud cried the
fathers all :