that | strew the brooks | Thick as autumnal | leaves In | Vallom- | brosa, || where the E- | trurian | shades, | High over-arch'd | em- | bower ; |11| 1 or scattered | sedge | A- float, when with | fierce | winds, O-rion,| arm'd, | Hath vex'd the | Red | Sea | coast, whose waves o'er- threw | Bu- | siris and his | Memphian | cavalry, | While with per- | fidious | hatred || they pursued | The sojourners of | Goshen, who be- | held | From the safe | shore, their | floating | carcases And | broken | chariot | wheels: || so thick be- strown | Abject and | lost, lay | these, |17| covering the │ flood, 771 Under a mazement of their | hideous | change. 91991 He call'd so | loud, that | all the | hollow | deep | Of hell re- | sounded ||77| "Prin- ces! Poten- tates! | 11 Warriors! the flower of | heaven, 1991 once yours now | lost, 17| If such astonishment as | this E-ternal spirits; this place, can | seize | or have ye | chosen | To slumber | here, as in the | vales of | heav Till, a- | non, | His swift pur- | suers, from | heaven | gates, | dis- cern The advantage, and de- | scending, | 1 tread us down | Thus drooping; |17| or with | linked | thunderbolts | Trans- fix us to the | bottom of this gulph. 111111 A-wake! ||a- | rise! |or| be for ever | fallen!" forever | MARCO BOZZARIS, THE EPAMINONDAS OF MODERN GREECE. (He fell in an attack upon the Turkish camp at Lapsi, the site of ancient Platæa, August, 20, 1823, and expired in the moment of victory.) At | midnight || in his | guarded | tent | In dreams his song of | triumph | heard; | As Eden's garden | bird. 19911 ◄ At | midnight |in the| forest | shades, 11 Boz-zaris ranged his | Suliote | band, || True as the steel of their | tried | blades, | | Heroes in heart and | hand, 191991 ។ ។ | There had the | Persian's | thousands | stood, | There had the | glad | earth | drunk their blood On old Pla- | tæa's | day: | And now there | breathed that | haunted | air | The sons of❘ sires who | conquered | there, | He woke to die and soul to | dare, | as far as they. the | Turk a- | was his | last;1 hear his | sentry's | shriek, | come! | the Greek midst | flame and smoke,| And shout and groan and | sabre stroke, And death-shots | falling | thick and | fast, | As lightnings ◄ And | heard, from the mountain | cloud;71 with | voice as | thunder | loud,| Boz- zaris | cheer his | band; | Strike till the last | armed | foe ex- | pires, 1771 Strike for your | altars and your | fires,|| Strike God 771 for the | green | graves of your ❘ sires, 91 and your | native | land!91991 | | Bleeding at every | vein. 199191 | huzzah, | Then saw in death | his | eyelids | close | | | Like flowers at | set of | sun.|17|11| Come to the bridal | chamber, | Death! | Come to the mother, For the first time when she feels her | first-born's | breath; | Come when the blessed | seals | Which close the pestilence | are | broke | And crowded | cities | wail its | stroke;| Come in con- | sumption's | ghastly | form, | The earthquake | shock,the | ocean | storm;| Come when the heart | beats | high and | warm, | With banquet song, and And thou art | terrible! | The groan, the | knell, the | bier, | dance and | wine, the tear, the | pall, 19 And all we know, are thine. or | dream or | fear But to the hero, when his | sword | Has won the battle for the free. Thy voice sounds like a prophet's | word, 19 And in its | hollow | tones are | heard | The thanks of millions | yet to be. 11111111 We tell thy doom with- | out a | sigh; ◄| clime. 17717 For thou art | Freedom's now, and Fame's mortal | names, E That were not | born to die. 111111 High, ◄| Have told why | first thy | robe of | beams When o'er the green un- | delug'd earth | Heaven's covenant thou didst | shine | 971 How came the world's | grey | fathers | forth | ។ | To watch thy | sacred | sign! 11/19 And when its yellow | lustre | smiled | O'er mountains | yet un- | trod, |