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CXCII. — THE CHAMELEON.
1. Oft has it been my lot to mark A proud, conceited, talking spark,
As o'er Arabia's wilds they passed,
3. "Hold there!" the other quick replies,
4. "I've seen it, sir, as well as you,
5. "'T is green, 't is green, sir, I assure ye!" — "Green!'" cries the other, in a fury;
"Why, sir, d' ye think I've lost my eyes? "—
6. So high at last the contest rose,
From words they almost came to blows;
7. "Sirs," cries the umpire," " cease your pother
"And I '11 be bound, that when you've seem
The reptile, you '11 pronounce him green."—"Well, then, at once to end the doubt," Replies the man, " I '11 turn him out:And when before your eyes I've set him, If you don't find him black, I '11 eat him." He said; then full before their sight Produced the beast, and, lo! — 'twas white.
1XCIII. -— AFFECTATION IN THE PULPIT.
In man or woman, but far most in man, And most of all in man that ministers
An 1 serves the altar, in my soul I loathe All affectation; 'tis my perfect scorn,
Object of my implacable disgust.
What! will a man play tricks, will he indulge
A silly fond conceit of his fair form
And just proportion, fashionable mien And pretty face, in presence of his God?Or will he seek to dazzle me with tropes,"
As with the diamond on his lily hand, And play his brilliant parts before my eyes, When I am hungry for the bread of life?
He mocks his Maker, prostitutes and shames His noble office, and, instead of truth, Displaying his own beauty, starves his flock. Therefore, avaunt! all attitude and stare, And start theatric, practised at the glass. I seek divine simplicity in him Who handles things divine; and all beside, Though learned with labor, and though much admired By curious eyes and judgments ill-informed, To me is odious. Cower. CXCIV.—TO THE SKYLARK.
1. Hail to thee, blithe spirit! —
Bird thou never wert, —
2. Higher still and higher
From the earth thou springest;
. 3 All the earth and air
With thy voice is loud; As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.
4. Teach us, sprite or bird,
What sweet thoughts are thine;
5. Chorus hymene'al,
Or triumphal chant,
6. With thy clear keen joyance
Languor cannot be;
7. Better than all measures
Of delightful sound,
8. Teach me half the gladness
That thy brain must know,
cxcv. — Ode On Cecilia's Day.
.. From harmony, from heavenly harmony.
"Arise, ye more than dead!"
2. From harmony, from heavenly harmony, This universal frame began;From harmony to harmony,
3. What passion cannot music raise and quell?
His listening brethren stood around,
4. The trumpet's loud clangor Excites us to arms,
And mortal alarms.
5. The soft complaining flute
In dying notes discovers
6. Sharp violins proclaim
Their jealous pangs, and desperation,
7. But, O! what art can teach, What human voice can reacn,
The sacred organ's praise!
Notes inspiring holy love,
SequaciousE' of the lyre;
CXCVI. — PIZARRO IN PERU.
On the departure of his vessels, Pizarro" marched into the interior, in the hope of finding the pleasant champaign country which had been promised him by the natives. But at every step the forests seemed to grow denser and darker, and the trees towered to a height such as he had never seen, even in these fruitful regions, where nature works on so gigantic a scale. Hill continued to rise above hill, as he advanced, rolling onward, as it were, by successive waves, to join that colossal barrier of the Andes, whose frosty sides, far away above the clouds, spread out like a curtain of burnished silver, that seemed to connect the heavens with the earth.
On crossing these woody eminences, the forlorn adventurers would plunge into ravines' of frightful depth, where the exhalations of a humid soil steamed up amidst the incense of sweetscented flowers, which shone through the deep glooms in every conceivable variety of color. Birds, especially of the parrot tribe, mocked this fantastic variety of nature with tints as brilliant as those of the vegetable world. Monkeys chattered in crowds above their heads, and made grima'ces like the fiendish spirits of these solitudes; while hideous reptiles, engendered in the slimy depths of the pools, gathered round the footsteps of the wanderers.
Here was seen the gigantic boa, coiling his unwieldy folds about the trees, so as hardly to be distinguished from their trunks, till he was ready to dart upon his prey; and alligators lay basking on the borders of the streams, or, gliding under the waters, seized their incautious victim before he was aware of their approach. Many of the Spaniards perished miserably in