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Beauteous as visions seen in dreamy sleep,
The Servian Youth to a Traveller.
Oh leave me ! leave me !
The sweetest of maidens, O leave me !
You say there are brighter
But go to my love and invite her,
O no ! she will tell thee
She will smile at the tales of the wealthy,
! thou false rover, We will cling to the scenes which our infancy clung to, We will sing the old songs which our fathers have sung too.
To our country be as true as a lover,
ODE ON GREECE.-Byron. The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece,
Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where
the arts of war and peace,
The Scian and the Teian muse,
The hero's harp, the lover's lute,
your sires' “ Islands of the Blest."
The Mountains look on Marathon
And Marathon looks on the sea ;
I dream'd that Greece might still be free ;
A king sate on the rocky brow
Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis;
And men in nations ; all were his!
And where are they ? and where art thou,
My country ? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now
The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine?
Tis something, in the dearth of fame,
Though link'd among a fetter'd race,
Even as I sing, suffuse my face ;
Must we but weep o'er days more blest ?
Must we but blush ?-Our fathers bled, Earth! render back from out thy breast
A remnant of our Spartan dead! Of the three hundred grant but three To make a new Thermopylæ !
What, silent still ? and silent all ?
Ah! no ;-the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall,
And answer, “ Let one living head, But one arise,---we come, we come !" 'Tis but the living who are dumb.
In vain-in vain : strike other chords
Fill high the cup with Samian wine! Leave battles to the Turkish hordes,
And shed the blood of Scio's vine !
You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet,
Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone? Of two such lessons, why forget
The nobler and the manlier one ? You have the letter Cadmus gaveThink
ye he meant them for a slave ?
Fill high the bowl with Samian wine !
We will not think of themes like these! It made Anacreon's song
divine : He served_but served Polycrates-A tyrant ; but our masters then Were still, at least our countrymen.
Trust not for freedom to the Franks...
They have a king who buys and sells ; In native swords, and native ranks,
The only hope of courage dwells ; But Turkish force, and Latin fraud, Would break your shield, however broad.
Place me on Sunium's marbled steep
Where nothing, save the waves and I May hear our mutual murmurs sweer ;
There swan-like, let me sing and die !
SCIENCE AND RELIGION.-Ray.
Wide o'er the world was darkness spread,
And nations groped amid the gloom, Till heavenly science rose--and shed
A light that flashed beyond the tomb, A light that burns with constant blaze, And cheers creation with its rays.
Increased in brightness, still it glows,
And like the glorious orb of day,
Where'er Religion points the way,
SCIENCE—thy renovating power
Converts the savage into man, Who, like a lonely desert flower
Transplanted into culture's plain, Yields forth the fruit of knowledge fair, From buds half blighted by despair.
RELIGION comes--whose beauteous form
Shines through her garments pure and white ; So silvery clouds before a storm, Float round the radiant
of night, The kindred stars she lights with grace, And shares a smile from every face.
The other is our lamp and guide Through the dark wilderness of thought, Where Truth is found, if truly sought. Pride-impious and destructive fiend,
A severance of the two has aimed,
With boastful phalanx intervened,
And right supreme for Science claimed.
Now hand in hand, their walk is seen,
Through this high-favoured clime of ours
As victors o'er the bigot's powers ;
With all their ardent votaries here,
And deck'd her for a brighter sphere.
Indignant Sentiments on National Prejudice, Hatred, and
Oh ! for a lodge in some vast wilderness,
He finds his fellow guilty of a skin