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The gates of honor on me,-turning out
(To the Senate.) Fling down your sceptres :-take the rod and axe, And make the murder, as you make the law.
The Battle Hymn of the Berlin Landsturm.*-KÖRNER FATHER of earth and heaven! I call thy name !
Round me the smoke and shout of battle roll; My eyes are dazzled with the rustling flame ;
Father, sustain an untried soldier's soul.
Or life, or death, whatever be the goal
Thou knowest, if ever from my spirit stole
The cloud that pours the thunder from its womb,
The lightnings, glăncing through the midnight gloom,
As roses shaken by the breeze's plume,
Lie gazing to thee, Chănce, and Life, and Death ;
Nor in the million worlds that blaze beneath,
Is one that can withstand thy wrath's hot breath.* The Landsturm (German) is the military force of the country, as distin, guished frora the regular standing army:--the whole mass of the undisciplined militia, called out in some sudden exigency of the state.
Wo in thy frown-in thy smile victory!
lăst prayer !-I ask no mortal wreath;
Forward-through blood, and toil, and cloud, and fire ! Glorious the shout, the shock, the crash of steel,
The volley's roll, the rocket's blăsting spire ;
They shake-like broken waves their squares retire,On them, hussars !—Now give them rein and heel;
Think of the orphaned child, the murdered sire : Earth cries for blood,-in thunder on them wheel ! This hour to Europe's fate shall set the triumph-seal !
Extract from " Heaven and Earth,-A Mystery."-By
Scene near the Ark, just before the beginning of the Deluge.
If not within thy heart, yet with thy tongue
Do God no wrong.
Cease! or be sorrowful in silence, cease
Be a man!
And we are all alone
And dearer, silent friends and brethren, all
Who, who, our tears, our shrieks shall then command ?
Renew not Adam's fall :
And the tremendous rain,
Were graves permitted to the sons of Cain.
Noah. Silence, vain boy! each word of thine's a crime ! Angel! forgive this stripling's fond despair.
Japh. Hark! hark! deep sounds, and deeper still,
Are howling from the mountain's bosom : There's not a breath of wind upon the hill,
Yet quivers every leaf, and drops each blossom : Earth groans, as if beneath a heavy load.
Noah. Hark! hark! the sea-birds cry! In clouds they overspread the lurid sky,
And hover round the mountain, where before
Yet dared to soar ;-
Soon shall it be their only shore,
And then no more !
And a black circle, bound
His glaring disk around,
The clouds return into the hues of night,
Noah. And lo! yon flash of light,
It cometh ! hence, away,
Leave to the elements their evil prey ! Hence, to where our all-hallowed ark uprears
Its safe and wreckless sides. Japh. Oh, father, stay'
Leave not my Anah to the swallowing tides ! Noah. Must we not leave all life to such ? Begone !
Japh. Not I.
Noah. Then die
In overwhelming unison
With just Jehovah's wrath ?
rage and justice join in the same path ?
But be, when passion passeth, good as thou,
Speech of Catiline before the Roman Senate, on hearing his
sentence of banishment.-CroLy's Catiline.
face. Your Consul's merciful. For this all thanks. He dares not touch a hair of Catiline. • Traitor ! I go—but I return. This-trial! Here I devote your senate ! I've had wrongs, To stir a fever in the blood of age, Or make the infant's sinews strong as steel. This day's the birth of sorrows This hour's work Will breed proscriptions.-Look to your hearths, my lords, For there henceforth shall sit, for household gods, Shapes hot from Tartarus all shames and crimes ;
Wan Treachery, with his thirsty dagger drawn;
Dialogue between Hamlet and HORATIO.-SHAKSPEARE. Horatio. Hail to your lordship !
Hamlet. I am glad to see you well : Horatio or I do forget myself.
Hor. The same, my lord, and your poor servant ever.
Ham. Sir, my good friend ; I'll change that name with you. And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio ?
Hor. A truant disposition, good my lord.
Ham. I would not hear your enemies say so ; Nor shall
do mine ear that violence.
Hor. My lord, I came to see your father's funeral.
Ham. I pray thee do not mock me, fellow-student ; I think it was to see my mother's wedding.
Hor. Indeed, my lord, it followed hard upon.
Ham. Thrift, thrift, Horatio ; the funeral baked meats
see my father
Ham. He was a man, take him for all in all,