I know not what | course | others may | take; | | but as for me, || give me | liberty; orgive me death! |77|79| THE BATTLE OF WARSAW. Campbell. When leagued op- | pression ( poured to | northern | wars, Her whisker'd | pandoors, and her | fierce | Waved her dread | standard to the | breeze of | morn, | Peal'd her | loud | drum, trumpet | horn ; | and twang'd her | Tu- multuous | horror || brooded | o'er her | van, Pre-saging wrath, to | Poland, and to man! 191 Warsaw's last champion from her | heights | survey'd, 91 Wide o'er the | fields, | a | waste of | ruin | laid; | 991991 O! | Heaven! he cried, my | bleeding | coun try save! | 11| Is there no | hand on | high, to | shield the | brave? What though de- | struction sweep these | lovely | plains, Rise, fellow men! | our | country || yet re- | mains! | By that dread | name, we | wave the sword on | high, | And swear for her to live! || with | her to die! 991191 He said, and on the rampart | heights | array'd | His trusty warriors, few, but | undis- | | | may'd; | 1| Firm | paced, and | slow, a horrid | front they form, Still as the breeze, | but | dreadful | as the | storm; Low murmuring | sounds a- | long their | banners | fly, | Revenge or death, the watchword and re-ply; 11711 Then peal'd the notes, om- nipotent to | charm, | And the loud | tocsin toll'd their | last a- | | | larm. 11191 In | vain, ¦ a- | las! | in vain, 111ye | gallant | few! | Closed her | bright | eye, | and | curb'd | her high career; | | Hope, for a season, bade the world | fare- | well, And Freedom | shriek'd, as | Kosciusko | fell. 1991 The | sun | went | down, nor | ceased the | carnage | there, | Tu- multuous | murder | | shook the midnight | air, 111 On | Prague's | proud | arch the | fires of | ruin | glow, His blood-dyed | waters murmuring | far be| low; 111 The storm pre- vails, the rampart | yields a- | way, | Bursts the wild | cry of | horror and dis- | may! Hark! as the smouldering | piles with | A thousand | shrieks for | hopeless | mercy | call! | 171 Earth shook, red meteors | flashed a- | long the sky, | And conscious | Nature | shudder'd | at the | cry!|77|77| SPEECH OF CASSIUS, INSTIGATING BRUTUS TO JOIN THR CONSPIRACY AGAINST CESAR. Shakspeare. Well, honor is the | subject of my story. I cannot tell what you and | other | men | We | both have | fed as well; and we can both En- | dure the | winter's | cold, as well as | he, | 971 For once upon a | raw and | gusty | day, | The troubled | Tiber | chafing shores, with his | Cæsar says to me, "Dar'st thou, | Cassius | | |1| now Leap | in with me | into this | angry | flood, | And swim to yonder | point?" | word, Upon the | Ac-coutered as I was, |I| plunged | in, | And | bade | him | follow: || so in- | deed he | did. | The torent roared, and we did | buffet it | | | | With lusty sinews; And stemming it with throwing it a- | side, | hearts of controversy. | But ere we could ar- | rive the point pro- | I, as - neas, our great | ancestor, | Did from the | flames of | Troy, shoulders | upon his | The old An- |chises | bear; || so from the waves of Tiber, | Did man | the tired | Cæsar; and this Is now become a | God; | and | Cas body, and must | bend his | If Cæsar | carelessly but | nod on him. | He had a fever | when he was in | Spain, | And when the fit was on him How he did shake; | did shake; 17| I did | mark | | 'tis | true; this | God His coward | lips | did from their | color | fly; | Did lose its lustre; I did hear him | | groan : Aye, and that | tongue of his that bade the | Romans Mark him, and write his speeches in their books, ! Alas! | it | cried; || Give me some | drink, Ti- tinius!" | girl. As a sick girl. | maze me, | Ye | Gods, it doth a- | should | A man of such a ❘ feeble | temper, So get the start of the ma- | jestic | world, | And bear the | palm a- | lone. 111 Brutus and Cæsar. What | should be in | |