6. "Then gazing up, a glorious pile beheld, Whose towering summit ambient clouds

conceal'd.

High on a rock of ice the structure lay;
Steep its ascent, and slippery was the way."

7. "I will not cease to grasp the hope I hold Of saintdom, and to clamour, mourn and

sob,

Battering the gates of heaven with storms of prayer."

82.

"Go then, triumphant! sweep along

Thy course, the theme of many a song!
The Power whose dictates swell my breast
Hath bless'd thee-and thou shalt be bless'd."

"For not upon her cheek awoke

The glow of pride when flattery spoke;
Nor could their tenderest numbers bring
One sigh responsive to the string."

1. "No thought was there of dastard flight: Link'd in the serried phalanx tight, Groom fought like noble, squire like knight,

As fearlessly and well."

2. "But there was in his troubled eye
A gloomy fire; and on his brow,
Now sudden flushed-and faded now--
Emotions such as draw their birth

From deeper source than festal mirth."

3. So towards the Chamois' haunts they
went;

One sang his childish songs,
The other brooded mournfully

5. "I saw thee first with trembling thankfulness,

O daughter of my hopes and of my fears!

Press'd on thy cheek a troubled kiss, And breathed my blessing over thee with tears."

E.M.A.

83.

"Ye Pleiades! who guide the wilder'd in the waves, And bring them out of tempest into port."

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Strange is it, that our blood

Of colour, weight, and heat, pour'd all
together,

Would quite confound distinction, yet
stand off

In differences so mighty."

2. "She eyed the statue's face

And cried, 'It is he shall come,
Even he, in this very place,
To avenge my martyrdom!'"

3. From henceforth I will be merry,
and devise sports."

Thou soft, thou sober, sage, and venerable liquid!"

5.

"A sceptre snatch'd with an unruly hand Must be as boisterously maintain'd as

gain'd;

And he that stands upon a slippery place
Makes nice of no vile hold to stay him

up."

6.

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7.

"The wretch concentred all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown;
And, doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust, from whence he sprung
unhonour'd and unsung."

8. "Sleep, sleep to-day, tormenting cares Of earth and folly born,

Solemnly sang the village choir."