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Back, back ;-he fears not foaming flood
Who fears not steel clad line :No warrior thou of German blood,
No brother thou of mine. Go earn Rome's chain to load thy neck,
Her gems to deck thy hilt; And blazon honor's hapless wreck
With all the gauds of guilt.
But wouldst thou have me share the prey ?
By all that I have done,
Lie whitening in the sun ;
The eagle's shattered wing,
So scorned and mean a thing.
Ho, call me here the wizard, boy,
Of dark and subtle skill, To agonize but not destroy,
To torture, not to kill.
When swords are out, and shriek and shout
Leave little room for prayer, No fetter on man's arm or heart
Hangs half so heavy there.
I curse him by the gifts the land,
Hath won from him and Rome,
Rent forest blazing home.
The terrible, the dark,
The smiters of the bark.
Oh, misery, that such a ban
On such a brow should be!
His country's chief to be?
The sharer of my fame,
And of a brother's name?
But it is past!—where heroes prass
And cowards bend the knee, Arminius is not brotherless,
His brethren are the free. They come around :-one hour, and light
Will fade from turf and tide, Then onward, onward to the fight,
With darkness for our guide.
To-night, to-night, when we shall meet
In combat face to face,
The renegade's embrace.
Upon his dying name; And as he lived in slavery,
So shall he fall in shame.
ON SEEING THE SPEAKER ASLEEP IN HIS CHAIR IN ONE OF THE DEBATES
OF THE FIRST REFORMED PARLIAMENT.
SLEEP, Mr. Speaker, 't is surely fair
Sleep, Mr. Speaker ; slumber lies
Sleep, Mr. Speaker. Sweet to men
Sleep, Mr. Speaker, Harvey will soon
Sleep, Mr. Speaker, and dream of the time,