and every creeping | thing that creepeth | upon the | earth | after | his | kind, | and | every | fowl | after his kind, every | bird of every sort.

And they went | in unto | Noah | into the ark, |

two and two of | all | flesh,

the breath of | life. |11|

life. 1

went in, went in male and

where- | in is And they that

female, of all | Ged had com- manded him. | | shut him | in. |17|97| flood was forty | days | upon the

bare up the | ark,

the earth.

ed,

earth:

the waters.

and |

and it was | lift | up a- | bove

And the waters pre-¡ vail

and were in- | creased | greatly | upon the | and the | ark went | upon the face of 11 And the waters pre- | upon the | earth. 1| 1|

vailed exceedingly

And all the high | hills

that were | under the whole | heavens, were | covered. | 1| 1| Fif- | teen | cubits | upward | did the | waters pre- | vail; and the mountains were covered. And | alt | | 19771 that moved upon the | earth,

flesh died

of | fowl,

and of | cattle,

both

and of | beast, 1

and of every | creeping | thing that | creepeth | upon the earth, and every man. All | | | in whose nostrils was the breath of life, 1 of 1 all that was in the | dry | land, | died. | 1997 And every living | substance was de- | stroyed 17 1 which was upon the face of the ground. 1791 bothman, and | cattle, and the

and Noah only re- |mained a- | live, | and | they that were with him in the | ark.1111111 And the waters pre- | vailed upon the earth | Man hundred and fifty | days.

|

On Linden

HOHENLINDEN.

Campbell.

when the

| | | when the sun was | low, │ All bloodless || lay the un- | trodden | snow, | 1 And | dark as | winter was the | flow | Of Iser | rolling | rapidly. ||19|

But Linden

saw an- | other | sight | When the | drum | beat at | dead of | night | Com-manding | fires of | death, |to | light | I The darkness of her scenery. 11111 By | torch and | trumpet || fast ar- | ray'd | Each horseman | drew his | battle | blade, || And furious every | charger | neighed | To join the dreadful | revelry. |11|11| 1 with | thunder | riven, |

Then | shook the | hills |

Then rush'd the | steed,

to | battle | driven, | And louder than the bolts of | heaven, | | Far, | flash'd | the | red ar- | tillery. | 17

And redder | yet those | fires shall | glow, |
On Linden's hills of | blood-stain'd | snow;

And darker | yet shall be the | flow,
Of Iser rolling | rapidly. | 771771

'Tis morn; but scarce yon | lurid | sun | Can pierce the | war-clouds | rolling | dun: |99| Where | furious | Frank | and | fiery | hun |

Shout in their | sulphurous | canopy.

The combat deepens.Onye | brave | Who rush to glory | |

Wave, Munich,

771

or the grave,11 all thy | banners | wave; |

And charge with all thy | chivalry. ||

Y། །

Few, few shall

part | where | many | meet,

19771

The snow

And every

shall be their winding | sheet; | TI turf | be- | neath their | feet |

Shall be a soldier's | sepulchre. 117

ADDRESS OF HENRY V. TO HIS TROOPS BEFORE THE

GATES OF HARFLEUR.

Shakspeare.

Once more unto the | breach | dear friends, 1 once more; 19

Or | close the wall up with our | English | dead. |

As modest stillness

But when the ears,

and hu- I mility. 191

blast of war | | blows in our

Then | imitate the action of the | tiger: | Stiffen the sinews, summon | up the | blood, | | | Dis- | guise | fair | nature │▼ with | hard | favored | rage: 11

Then lend the

eye | a | terrible | aspect; |

1 | Let it | pry thro' the | portage of the | head, | Like the brass cannon; | let the | brow o'er-whelm

it, |

As fearfully as doth a | galled | rock |17|

O'er-hang and | jutty

Swilled with the | wild

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his con- | founded | base | and wasteful | ocean.

Now set the teeth, and | stretch the nostril | wide, |

Hold hard the breath, and bend | up | every

spirit |

To his full height! || On, || on, you | noble | English,|11|

Whose blood is | fet from | fathers of war-proof! | Fathers that I like so many | Alexanders, | Have in these parts, morn till | even |

fought,

from

And sheathed their | swords for | lack of | ar

gument. 1991

| Dis- | honor not your mothers.

Now at- | test |

That those whom you | call'd | Fathers | did be

get you,

Be copy now to | men of | grosser | blood,

And teach them | how to | war! | 777

And

you, good | yeoman, |

Whose limbs were here

made in | England, | show us

The mettle of your pasture; let us | swear That you are | worth your | breeding: || which I doubt not. |

For there is none of you | so | mean and | base That hath not | noble | lustre in your eyes. | 771771

I see you stand, | like | grey hounds in the

slips,

Straining upon the start.

| 1

The game's a foot,

Follow your spirit: || and upon | this | charge,| Cry God for Harry! || England! | and | Saint George! | 77771.

LUCY.

Wordsworth.

Three years she grew, in | sun and show

er, 1771

Then | nature | said,

On earth was

This child I to my- | self

"a | lovelier | flower |

never | sown; 111

She shall be mine,
A lady of my own.

will | take; |

and I will make |

1991