The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle ; The hope, the fear, the jealous care, But 't is not thus — and 't is not here Such thoughts should shake my soul, nor now, Where glory decks the hero's bier, The sword, the banner, and the field, - Awake! (not Greece she is awake!) Tread those reviving passions down, If thou regrett'st thy youth, why live? Is here: - up to the field, and give Seek out - less often sought than found A soldier's grave, for thee the best; THE DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride : And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail, And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, WATERLOO From Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto III XXI THERE was a sound of revelry by night, The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell ! XXII Did ye not hear it?—No; 't was but the wind, On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet But, hark! that heavy sound breaks in once more And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before! Within a windowed niche of that high hall And caught its tone with Death's prophetic ear. And roused the vengeance blood alone could quell: XXIV Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated; who could guess If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, Since upon night so sweet such awful morn could rise ! XXV And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, "The foe! They come ! THERE is a pleasure in the pathless woods, What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal. CLXXIX Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean - roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin—his control Stops with the shore; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown. CLXXX His steps are not upon thy paths — thy fields And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields And dashest him again to earth: - there let him lay. CLXXXI The armaments which thunderstrike the walls The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war; These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar. CLXXXII Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they? Thy waters washed them power while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts:- 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. CLXXXIII -- Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Calm or convulsed-in breeze, or gale, or storm, Dark-heaving ;-boundless, endless, and sublime 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. CLXXXIV And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane as I do here. |