And Dorian reeds, made summer-melody, And censers waved around; And lyres were strung and bright libations pour'd! When, through the streets, flash'd out th' avenging sword, Fearless and free, the sword with myrtles bound!* Through Rome a triumph pass'd. Rich in her sun-god's mantling beams went by An empire's gems their starry splendour shed And many a Dryad's bower Had lent the laurels which, in waving play, Stirr'd the warm air, and glisten'd round his way, As a quick-flashing shower. -O'er his own porch, meantime, the cypress hung, Through his fair halls a cry of anguish rung— Woe for the dead!—the father's broken flower! A sound of lyre and song, In the still night, went floating o'er the Nile, The sword of Harmodius. † Paulus Æmilius, one of whose sons died a few days before, and another shortly after, his triumph on the conquest of Macedon, when Perseus, king of that country, was led in chains. And lamps were shining o'er the red wine's foam 'Twas Antony that bade The joyous chords ring out!—but strains arose Sounds, by no mortal made, * Shook Alexandria through her streets that night, Bright 'midst its vineyards lay The fair Campanian city,† with its towers Joy was around it as the glowing sky, A cloud came o'er the face As with the wings of death!-in all his power Vesuvius woke, and hurl'd the burning shower, See the description given by Plutarch, in his life of Antony, of the supernatural sounds heard in the streets of Alexandria, the night before Antony's death. + Herculaneum, of which it is related, that all the inhabitants were assembled in the theatres, when the shower of ashes which covered the city descended. In the gay regions where the citrons blow, And where the palms to spicy winds are waving, Turn we to other climes ! Far in the Druid-Isle a feast was spread, Were chanted to the harp; and yellow mead But, ere the giant-fane Cast its broad shadows on the robe of even, Hush'd were the bards, and in the face of heaven, O'er that old burial-plain Flash'd the keen Saxon dagger!-Blood was stream ing Where late the mead-cup to the sun was gleaming, And Britain's hearths were heap'd that night in vain For they return'd no more! They that went forth at morn, with reckless heart, * Stonehenge, said by some traditions to have been erected to the memory of Ambrosius, an early British king; and by others mentioned as a monumental record of the massacre of British chiefs here alluded to. In that fierce banquet's mirth to bear their part; And, on the rushy floor, And the bright spears and bucklers of the walls, The high wood-fires were blazing in their halls; But not for them-they slept their feast was o'er! Fear ye the festal hour! Ay, tremble when the cup of joy o'erflows! Have veil'd the sword!-Red wines have sparkled fast From venom'd goblets, and soft breezes pass'd, Twine the young glowing wreath ! The ground is hollow in the path of mirth : So darkly press'd and girdled in by death! SONG OF THE BATTLE OF ["In the year 1315, Switzerland was invaded by Duke Leopold of Austria, with a formidable army. It is well attested that this prince repeatedly declared he would trample the audacious rustics under his feet;' ;' and that he had procured a large stock of cordage, for the purpose of binding their chiefs, and putting them to death. "The 15th October, 1315, dawned. The sun darted its first rays on the shields and armour of the advanc→ ing host; and this being the first army ever known to have attempted the frontiers of the cantons, the Swiss viewed its long line with various emotions. Montfort de Tettnang led the cavalry into the narrow pass, and soon filled the whole space between the mountain (Mount Sattel) and the lake. The fifty men on the eminence (above Morgarten) raised a sudden shout, and rolled down heaps of rocks and stones among the crowded ranks. The confederates on the mountain, perceiving the impression made by this attack, rushed down in close array, and fell upon the flank of the disordered column. With massy clubs they dashed in pieces the armour of the enemy, and dealt their blows and thrusts with long pikes. The narrowness of the defile admitted of no evolutions, and a slight frost having injured the road, the horses were impeded in all their motions; many leaped into the lake; all were startled; and at last the whole |