A pæan from the bells! Keeping time, time, time, To the tolling of the bells, To the moaning and the groaning of the bells Charlie Machree. WILLIAM J. HOPPIN. Come over, come over the river to me, Here's Mary M'Pherson and Susy O'Linn, For stout is your back and strong is your arm, Come over, come over the river to me, If ye are my laddie, bold Charlie Machree. I see him, I see him. He's plunged in the tide; His cheeks are like roses, twa buds on a bough; Ho, ho, foaming river, ye may roar as ye go, Come over, come over the river to me, He's sinking, he's sinking-O, what shall I do! He's sinking, O heaven! Ne'cr fear, man, ne'er fear; He conquers the current, he gains on the sea- He's sinking, he's gone-O God, it is I, It is I, who have killed him-help, help!-he must die. Now cling to the rock, now give me your hand— Come rest on my bosom, if there ye can sleep; Ye've crossed the wild river, ye've risked all for me, Count Candespina's Standard. GEORGE H. BOKER. "The King of Aragon now entered Castile, by way of Soria and Osma, with a powerful army; and, having been met by the queen's forces, both parties encamped near Sepulveda, and prepared to give battle. "This engagement, called, from the field where it took place, de la Espina, is one of the most famous of that age. The dastardly Count of Lara fled at the first shock, and joined the queen at Burgos, where she was anxiously awaiting the issue; but the brave Count of Candespina (Gomez Gonzalez) stood his ground to the last, and died on the field of battle. His standardbearer, a gentleman of the house of Olea, after having his horse killed under him, and both hands cut off by saber strokes, fell beside his master, still clasping the standard in his arms, and repeating his war-cry of Olea!'"— Annals of the Queens of Spain. 1. Scarce were the splintered lances dropped, Scarce were the swords drawn out, Ere recreant Lara, sick with fear, Had wheeled his steed about; 2. His courser reared and plunged and neighed, Loathing the fight to yield; But the coward spurred him to the bone, 3. Gonzalez in his stirrups rose: Turn, turn, thou traitor knight! 4. But vainly valiant Gomez cried 5. Pale Lara and his craven band Now, by the God above me, sirs, Than a single knight among ye all 6. "Yet ye who fear to follow me, 7. "Olea, plant my standard here- Here raise the war-cry of thy house, 8. "Forget not, as thou hop'st for grace, Will be to hear thy battle-cry, 9. Down on the ranks of Aragon 10. Slowly Gonzalez's little band Gave ground before the foe, But not an inch of the field was won 11. And not an inch of the field was won From the widowed wives of Aragon, 12. Backward and backward Gomez fought, 13. Backward fought Gomez, step by step, Till his dauntless standard shadowed him 14. Mace, sword, and ax rang on his mail, 15. As pierced with countless wounds he fell, And he smiled, like an infant hushed asleep, 16. Now one by one the wearied knights And on the mound where his post was fixed 17. "Yield up thy banner, gallant knight! Thy duty has been nobly done; 18. "Spare pity, King of Aragon; My lord is looking down from heaven 19. "Yield, madman, yield! thy horse is down, Thou hast nor lance nor shield; Can neither fly nor yield!" "This flag 20. They girt the standard round about, But still they heard the battle-cry, 21. And there, against all Aragon, 22. Among the foe, with that high scorn 23. They hewed the hauberk from his breast, They hewed the hands from off his limbs, 24. Clasping the standard to his heart, That rang as if a trumpet blew- Bernardo Del Carpio. MRS. HEMANS. 1. The warrior bowed his crested head, and tamed his heart of fire, And sued the haughty king to free his long-imprisoned sire; "I bring thee here my fortress-keys, I bring my captive train; pledge thee faith, my liege, my lord !-O break my father's chain!' |