SATAN CALLING THE FALLEN ANGELS FROM THE OBLIVIOUS POOL.

Milton. Paradise Lost. Book I.

7 He | scarce had | ceas'd | when the superior | fiend | 7 Was moving toward the shore, | 77 | 7 his | ponderous shield |

7 (E- | therial | temper, | massy, | large and | round) | 7 Be- | hind him | cast! | 7 the | broad cir- | cumfe- |

rence |

Hung on his shoulders, | 7 like the | moon, | 7 whose

| orb,

7 Thro' | optic | glass, | 7 the | Tuscan | artist | views, | 7 At | evening | 77 | 7 from the | top of | Fiesole, | Or in Val- | darno, | 7 to des- | cry | new | lands, | 77 | Rivers, or mountains, | 7 on her | spotty | globe. 71 | 77 | 7 7 |

7 His spear | 7 to | equal | which | 7 the tallest | pine | Hewn on Norwegian | hills | 7 7 | to be the mast | 7 Of some great | admiral, | were but a | wand, | 7 He walk'd with | 7 to sup- | port un- | easy steps | | Over the burning | marl: | 77 |(not 7 | like 7 | those

| steps |

7 On | Heaven's | azure!) | 77 | 77 | 7 and the | tor

rid clime

Smote on him sore be- | sides, | 7 7 | vaulted with | fire. | 77 | 77 |

Nathless 7 he so en- | dur'd | till on the | beach | 1 7 Of that en- | flamed | sea | 7 he stood, | 7 and

call'd |

7 His legions, | 77 | angel | forms, | 7 who | lay, en

tranc'd,

Thick as autumnal | leaves | 7 that | strew the | brooks | 7 In | Vallom- brosa, |77| where the E- | trurian | shades,

High over-arch'd | 7 em- | bower; | 77 | 7 or❘ scatter'd | sedge |

7 A- | float, | when with | fierce | winds, | 7 O- | rion, | arm'd, I

7 Hath | vex'd the Red Sea coast, 17 whose | waves o'er- threw |

7 Bu- siris and his | Memphian | chivalry, |

While with per- | fidious | hatred 77 | they pur- |

sued |

7 The sojourners of | Goshen, | 77 | 7 who be- |

held |

7 From the safe | shore, | 7 their | floating | carcases 7 And | broken | chariot | wheels: |77|so| thick be- | strown |

Abject and | lost, 7 | lay | these, | 7 7 | covering the | flood, 77

Under a mazement of their | hideous | change. | 77 | 771 |

7 He call'd so loud, | 7 that all the hollow

deep |

7 Of | hell | 7 re- | sounded. | 77 | 77 |

"Prin- ces! 7 7 Poten- tates! | 77 | Warriors! | 77 | 7 the flower of | heaven, | 7 7 | once | yours | 7 7 | now | lost, | 7 7 |

7 If such as- tonishment as this | 7 can seize

7 E-ternal spirits: 77 or have ye | chosen | this | place,

7 To slumber | here, 7 | as in the | vales of | heaven ? | 771771

Or in this | abject | posture | 77 | have you | sworn |

7 To adore the Conqueror? | 77 | 77 | 7 who now be- holds |

Cherub and seraph | 7 7 | rolling | 7 in the flood, | 7 With scatter'd | arms and | ensigns. | 7 7 7 7 | Till,

a- | non, |

7 His swift pur- | suers, | 7 from | heaven | gates, |7 dis- cern |

7 The advantage, | 77 | 7 and de- | scending, | 77 | tread us down |

Thus | drooping; | 77 | 7 or with | linked | thunderbolts | Trans- fix us to the bottom of this | gulph. |77|77| 7 7 7 A- | wake! | 77 | 7 a- | rise! | 77 | 7 or | be | 7 for ever fallen!" | 77 | 77 |

MARCO BOZZARIS, THE EPAMINONDAS OF MODERN

GREECE.

(He fell in an attack upon the Turkish camp at Lapsi, the site of the ancient Platea, August, 20, 1823, and expired in the moment of victory.

7 At | midnight | 7 7 | in his | guarded | tent 7 |

7 The | Turk | 7 was | dreaming | 7 of the | hour, | 7 When | Greece, | 7 her knee in | suppliance | bent 7 | 7 Should tremble | 7 at his | power; |

77 | 7 In | dreams, | 7 through | camp and | court 7 | 7 he bore 7 |

7 The trophies | 7 of a | conqueror |

In dreams | 7 his | song of | triumph | heard; | 77 |

7 7 |

Then 7 | wore his | monarch's | signet | ring, | 77 | Then 7 | press'd that | monarch's | throne | 77 | 7 a | King; 7 | 7 7 |

7 As | wild his | thoughts7 | 7 | 7and | gay of | wing 7 | 7 As | Eden's garden | bird. 7 | 77 | 77 |

7 At | midnight | 7 in the | forest | shades, | 7 7 |

7 Boz- | zaris | ranged his | Suliote | band, | 7 7 | True | 7 as the | steel | 7 of their | tried | blades, | Heroes 7 in heart and | hand. | 7 7 | 7 7 | There had the Persian's | thousands | stood, 7 | There 7 had the | glad 7 | earth 7 | drunk their [ blood 7 |

7 On | old Pla- | tæa's | day: |

7 And now 7 | 7 there | breathed that haunted | air 7 | The sons | 7

7 With arm to

of | sires who | conquered | there, 7 | strike 7 | 7 and | soul to | dare, | 7 As | quick, 7 | 77 | 7 as far as they. 7|77|77| 7 An | hour pass'd | on 7|77|7 the | Turk a- | woke : | 77 |

That 7 | bright 7 | dream | 7 was his | last; 7 | 77 | 7 He | woke 7 | 7 to hear his | sentry's | shriek, | 7 To arms! | 7 they | come! | 7 the Greek 7 | 7 the Greek 7

7 He woke to die | 7 midst | flame and | smoke, 7| 7 And shout and | groan and | sabre stroke, 7 !

77 | 7 And | death-shots | falling | thick and | fast, 7 | 7 As | lightnings | 7 from the | mountain | cloud; 7 | 77 | 7 And | heard, 7 | 7 with | voice as | thunder | loud, 7 | 7 Boz- zaris | cheer his | band; |

7 7 Strike 77 till the last | armed | foe ex- | pires, 7|77|

Strike | 77 | 7 for your | altars | 7 and your | fires 7 |

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Strike | 7 for the green | graves of your | șires, | 77 | God 77 and your | native | land! 7 ¦ 7 7 | 7 7 |

They fought 7 | 7 like | brave | men 7 | long and well, 7 | 77 |

7 They | piled that ground 7 with | Moslem | slain, 7 |

7 They conquer'd | 77 | 7 but Boz- | zaris | fell, 7 | 7 7 | Bleeding at | every | vein. 7 | 77 | 77 |

7 His few surviving | comrades | 7 7 | saw 7 | |

7 His | smile | 7 when | rang their | proud 7 | huzzah, | And the | red 7 | field 7 | 7 was | won; 7|77| Then I saw in death 7 | 7 his | eyelids | close 7 | Calmly, ❘ as to a | night's re- | pose 7 |

7 Like | flowers at | set of | sun. 7 | 77 | 77 |

Come to the bridal | chamber, | Death! 7 |

Come to the mother, | 7 when she | feels 7 | 7 For the first 7 | time 7 | 7 her | first-born's | breath; | 77 | Come when the | blessed | seals 7 |

Which close the | pestilence | 7 are | broke 7 | 7 7 | 7 And crowded | cities | wail its | stroke; 7 | 77 | Come in con- sumption's | ghastly | form, 7 |

7 The | earthquake | shock, 7 | 7 the | ocean | storm; | Come when the heart | beats | high and | warm, 7 |

7 With | banquet | song, | 7 and | dance and | wine, 7 | 77 | And thou art | terrible! | 7 the tear, 7 | 7 The | groan, | 7 the | knell, 7 | 7 the | pall, 7 | 7 the

bier,