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6. You have done that, you should be sorry for. There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats ; For I am arm's so strong in honesty,

That they pass by me, as the idle wind, 5 Which I respect not.

I did send to you
For certain sums of gold, which you denied me ;--
For I can raise no money by vile means ;

- I had rather coin my heart,

And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring 10 From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash,

By any indirection. I did send
To you for gold to pay my lègions,
Which

you

denied me: Was that done like Cassius ? Should I have answer'd Caius Cassius só? 15 When Marcus Brùtus grows so covetous,

To lock such rascal counters from his friends,
Be réady, göds, with all your thunderbolts,
Dash him to pieces !

7. The war, that for a space did fail,
Now trebly thundering swell’d the gale,

And--Stanley! was the cry :--
A light on Marmion's visage spread,

And fired his glazing eye:
With dying hand, above his head,
He shook the fragment of his blade,

And shouted “ Victory !
Chànge, Chester, chànge ! ồn, Stanley, on !”
Were the last words of Marmion !

8. So judge thou still, presumptuous, till the wrath,

Which thou incurr'st by flying, meet thy flight,
Sev’nfold, and scourge that wisdom back to Hell,

Which taught thee yet no better, that no pain 5 Can equal anger infinite provok’d.

But wherefore thou alone? wherefore with thee
Came not all Hell broke loose? is pain to them
Less pain, less to be fléd ? or thou than they

Less hardy to endure ? Courageous Chief! 10 The first in flight from pain !-hadst thou allèg'd

To thy deserted host this cause of flight,
Thou surely hadst not come sòle fugitive.

9. To whom the warrior Angel soon reply'd. To say, and straight unsay, pretending first Wise to fly pain, professing next the spy,

Argues no léader, but a liar, trác'd, 5 Sàtan !--and couldst thou fáithful add ? ( name,

O sacred name of faithfulness profan'd !
Faithful to whòm ? to thy rebellious créw?
Army of Fiends !--fit body to fit head !

Was this your discipline and faith engag'd, 10 Your military obedience, to dissolve

Allegiance to th' acknowledg'd Pow'r supreme?
And thou, sly hypocrite, who now wouldst seem
Patron of liberty, who more than thou

Once fàwn'd, and crìng'd, and servilely ador'd 15 Heav'n's awful Mònarch? wherefore, but in hope

To dispossess him, and thyself to reign;
But mark what I areed thee now ;--Avaùnt :
Fly thither whence thou flèd'st: if from this hour,

Within these hallow'd limits thou appear, 20 Back to th' infērnal pīt I drāg thee chàin'd,

And seal thee so, as henceforth not to scorn The facile gates of Hell too slightly barr’d. Apostrophe and exclamation, as well as the imperative mode, when accompanied by emphasis, incline the voice to the falling inflection.

10. Oh! deep-enchanting prelude to repose,
The dawn of bliss, the twilight of our woes !
Yet half I hear the panting spirit sigh,

It is a dread and awful thing to die !
5 Mysterious worlds! untravell'd by the sun,

Where Time's far wandering tide has never run,
From your unfathom'd shades, and viewless spheres,
A warning comes, unheard by other ears--

'Tis heaven's commanding trùmpet, long and loud, 10 Like Sinai's thùnder, pealing from the cloud !

Daughter of Faith, awake! arise ! illume
The dread unknown, the chàos of the tomb !
Melt, and dispel, ye spectre doubts, that roll

Cimmerian darkness on the parting soul!
· 15 Fly , like the moon-eyed herald of dismay,

Chased on his night-steed, by the star of day!
The strife is o'er !—the pangs of nature close,
And life's last rapture triumphs o'er her woes !

Hàrk! as the spirit eyes, with eagle gaze,
20 The noon of heaven, undazzled by the blaze,

On heavenly winds that wast her to the sky,
Float the sweet tones of star-born melody ;
Wild as the hallow'd anthem sent to hail

Bethlehem's shepherds in the lonely vale,
25 When Jordan hush'd his waves, and midnight still
Watch'd on the holy towers of Zion bill!

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Piety has found
Friends, in the friends of science, and true prayer
Has flow'd from lips wet with Castalian dews.

Such was thy wisdom, Newton, child-like sage! 5 Sagacious reader of the Works of God,

And in his Word sagacious. Such too thine,
Milton, whose genius had angelic wings,
And fed on manna. And such thine, in whom

Our British Themis gloried with just cause, 10 Immortal Hále! for deep discernment prais’d,

And sound integrity, not more, than fam'd
For sanctity of manners undefil'd.

12. These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty, thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair; thyself how wondrous then !

Unspeakable, who site'st above these heav'ns 5 To us invisible, or dimly seen

In these thy lowest works; yet these declare
Thy goodness beyond thought, and pow'r divine.
Speak, ye who best can tell, ye sons of light,

Angels; for ye behold him, and with songs 10 And choral symphonies, day without night,

Circle his throne rejoicing ; ye in Heaven,
On earth, join all ye creatures to extol
Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.

Fairest of stàrs, last in the train of night, 15 If better thou belong not to the dawn,

Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn
With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere,
While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.

Thou Sùn, of this great world both eye and soul, 20 Acknowledge him thy greater, sound his praise

In thy eternal course, both when thou climb’st,
And when high noon hast gain'd, and when thou fall'st.
Moon, that now meet'st the orient Sun, now fly'st,

With the fix'd stars, fix'd in their orb that flies, 22 And ye five other wand'ring Fires, that move

In mystic dance, not without song, resound
His praise, who out of darkness call’d up light.
Air, and ye 'Elements, the eldest birth

of nature's womb, that in quaternion run 30 Perpetual circle, multiform ; and mix,

And nourish all things, let your ceaseless change
Vary to our great Maker still new praise.
His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow,

Breathe soft or loud; and wave your tops, ye Pines, 35 With every plant, in sign of worship, wave.

Fountains, and ye that warble as ye flow,
Melodious murmurs, warbling, tune his praise.
Join voices all, ye living Souls : ye Birds,

That singing up to Heav'n gate ascend,
40 Bear on your wings, and in your notes his praise.

14.] Page 60. Emphatic succession of particulars re

quires the falling slide. Note 3, page 61, should be examined before reading this class of

Exercises. 1. He answered and said unto them, He that soweth the good seed is the Son of màn;-the field is the world ; the good seed are the children of the kingdom; but the tares are the children of the wicked one; the enemy

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