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'Tis true he drank full many a draughi
Of Phlegethon's black flood ;

By cupping, leeches, doctors' craft,

And venesection, fore and aft.
They took from him much blood.

Full many a clyster was applied.

And purging, too, was also tried.

His doctor, vers'd in sciences.

With wig beneath his hat.
Argued and show'd with wondrous ease.
From Celsus and Hippocrates,

When he in judgment sat, —
"Eight worshipful the mayor of hell.
The liver's wrong, I see full well." —

*' He's but a booby," Pluto said,
'* With all his trash and pills !

A man like me — pray where's his head ?

A young man yet — his wits have fled !
While youth my veins yet fills !

UnlesB electuaries he'll bring,

Full in his face my club I'll fling ! "

Or right or wrong, — 'twas a hard case

To weather such a trial ;
(Poor men, who lose a king's good grace !)
He's straight saluted in the face

By ev'ry splint and phial. —
He very wisely made no fuss ;
This hint he learnt of Cerberus.



tHE lITPOCHONDRIACAli riiTTTO. fi63

" Go ! fetch the harbor of the skieB,

Apollo, to nie Boon ! "
An airy courier straightway flios
Upon his beast, and onward liics.

And skims past jjoles and moon ;
As he wt'ut ot!', the clock struck fonr,
At hve Lis charger reached the door.

" Just tht-u Apollo happon'd— " Heigh-ho I

A ?onnct to have made ? "
Oh, dear me, no ! — upon Miss lo
(Such is tlie tiile I heard from Clio)

The midwife to have play'd.
The boy, as if stampi d out of wax,
Might Zeus as father fairly tax.

He read the lott(-r half asleep,

Then started in dismay ;
" The road is long, and hell is deep.
Your rocks I know are rough and steep . ,

Yet like a king he'll pay ! "
He dons his cap of mist and furs,
Then through the air the charger spurs.

With locks all frizzled a la mode.

And ruffles smooth and nice.
In gala dress, that brightly giow'd
(A gift Aurora had bestow'd).

With watch-chains of high price,
With toes turn'd out, and c/uqieaii has,-^
He stood before hell's mighty czar.



BOOK II.

The grumbler, in his usual tone,

Receiv'd him witli a curse :
" To romcraiiia straiglit begone !
Ugh ! hi'W ho smells of can de Cologne \

WTiy, brimstone isn't worse.
He'd i)est be otV to heaven again,
Or he'll infect hell's wide domain."



304 THE HYPOCHONDRIACAL PLtJTO

The god of pills, in sore surprise,
A spring then backwards took . . .

" Is this his highness' nsiial guise ?

'Tis in the brain, I see, that lies
The mischief — what a look !



See how his eyes in frenzy roll !
The case is bad, upon my soul !



"A journey to Elysium
Th' infectus would dissolve.

Making the saps 1< ss tough become,

Asthroiagh the capitolium
And stomach they revolve,

Provisionally be it so :

Let's start, then — but incognito ! "—



"Ay, worthy sir. No doubt well meant!

If, in these regions hazy.
As with you folk, so charg'd with scent,
You dapjjer ones, who heaven frequent,

'Twere proper to be lazy.
If hell a master needed not,
Why, then I'd follow on the spot !



"Ha ! if the cat once turn'd her back,
Pray where would be the mice ?

They'd sally forth from ev'ry crack.

My very mufti would attack,
Spoil all things in a trice !

Oddsbodikins ! 'tis pretty cool !

I'll let him see I'm no such fool !



"A pleasant uproar liappen'd erst,
When they assail'd my tower !

No fault of mine 'twas, at tl:e worst,

That from their desks and chains to burst
Philosophers had jjower.

What, has tliere e'er escaped a poet?

Help, heaven I what misery to know it I



Tni2 fivPocHoNDr.iACAL rLcTo. '505

''When clays are long, folks talk more stuflf !

Upon your scats, no doubt,
With nil your cards and music rough,
And scribblings too, 'tis hard enough

The moments to eko out.
Idleness, like a flea, will gnaw
On velvet cushioas, — as on straw.



" My brother no attempt omits

To drive away ennui ;
Pis lightning round about him flits,,
The target with his storms he hits

(Those howls prove that to me).
Till Ehea's trembling shoulders ache,
find force mo e'en for hell to quake.



•'Were I grandfather Coelus, though.

You wouldn't soon escape !
Into my belly straiglit you'd go,
A.nd in your swaddling-clothes cry 'oh !'

And through five windows gape !
ITirst o'er my stream you'd have to come,
<ind then, jjcrhaps, to Elysium ! —



"Your steed you mounted, I dare say.

In hopes to catch a goose ;
[f it is worth the trouble, pray
1*011 what you've heard from me to-day.

At shaving-time, to Zeus.
Just leave him, then, to swallow it ;
I don't carfc what he thinks, a bit !



"•' You'd bettor acw go homeward straight''
Your servai :; ! there's the door !

JFor all your pain»5 — one moment wait!

J'll give you — libeial is the rate —
A piece of ruby-ore.

£n heaven such things are rarities .

W;? Uoe them for base pui-posjes." —



306 THE HyPOCHO>rt)RlACAli PlitJtd.

BOOK III.

The god at once, tlien, said farewell,
At small politeness striving ;

Wlieu sudden tlirougb the crowds of hell

A flying courier rush'd pell-mell,
From Tellus' bounds arriving.

"Monarch ! a doctor follows me !

Behold this wondrous prodigy !"

"Place for the doctor !" each one said —
He comes with spurs and whip,

To ev'ry one he nods his head,

As if he had been bora and bred
In Tartarus, — the rip !

As jaunty, fearless, full of vo5?

As Britons in the Lower House.



" Good morrow, worthy sirs ! — Ahem !

I'm glad to see that here
(Wliere all they of Prometheus' stem
Must come, whene'er the Fates condemn

One meets with such good cheer !
Wliy for Elysium care a rush ?
I'd rather see hell's fountains gush !" —



" Stop ! stop ! his impudence, I vow,

Its due reward shall meet ;
By Charles's Wain, I swear it now !
He must — no questions I'll allow, —

Prescribe me a receipt.
All hell is mine, I'm Pluto hight !
Make haste to bring your wares to light I**

The doctor, with a knowing look,

The swarthy king 3urvey'd ;
He neither felt his pulse, nor took
The usual steps, — (see Galen's book),—

No difference 'twould have made
As piiTcing as electric fire
He ey'd him to his heai't's desire.



At/r^ON. 30'

'Monnrc'li ! I'll tt'll thoe in a trice

Tlu! tiling tliiit'H ueodod licrt';
Though (IcsjxTftte mfly Betni the aclvice,-
The oaso itself is very nice —

Anil children dragons fear.
Devil must devil oat! — no more ! —
Either a wife, — nr hellebore !

" Whether she scold, or sportive play
('Tweeii these, no medium's kuo^vn),

She'll drive the incubus away

That has assail'd thee many a day
Upon thine iron throne.

Slie'U make tlie nimble spirits fleet

Up tow'rds the liead, down tow'rds the feet,'*

Long may the doctor honoui-'d be

Who let this saying fall !
He ought to liave his effigy
By Phidias sculptnr'd so that he

May be disceru'd by all ;

A monument for ever tliriving,

Bocrhaave, Hiiipocrates, surviving !
♦ * * ♦



ACTy€ON.

Thy wife is destin'd to deceive thee !
She'll set»k another's arms and leave thee,

And horns upon thy head will shortly sprout \
How dreailful, that, when bathing, thou shonJ Jot see
mo

(No ajther-bath can wash the stigma out).
And then, in perfect innocence, shouldst flee me t



TRUST IN IMMORTALITY.

The dead has risen hei-e, to live thro' endless ages ^
This I with firmnt^sa trust and know.

I was first led to cjuess it by the sages,

The knaves convince mo that 'tis rcallj so.



308

REPROAGH—TO LAURa.

Maiden, stay!— oh, whither wouklsfc thou go?
Do I stiil or i^xide or gi-andeur show ?

Maiden, was it right ?
Tliou the giant mad'st a dwarf once more,
Scatter'dst far ths mountains that of yore
. Climb'd to gloiy's sunny height.

Thou hast doom'd my flow'rets to decay,
All the phantoms bright hast blov,Ti away.

Whose sweet foUies form'd the hero's'trust;
All my i^lans tliat proudly rais'd their head
Thou dost, with thy gentle zephyr-tread,

Prostrate, laughing, in the dust.

To the godhead, eagle-hke, I flew,—
Smiling, fortune's jugghng wheel to view,

Cai-eless wheresoe'er her ball might fly ;
Hov'ring far beyond Cocytus' wave,
Death and life receiving like a slave —

Life and death from out one beaming eye '

Like the victors, who, with thunder-lance.
On the iron plain of glory dance,

Starting from their mistress' breast,—
From Aurora's rosy bed upspriugs
God's bright sun, to roam o'er to%vns of kings,

And to make the young world blest !

Tow'rd the hero doth this heart still strain ?
Drink I, eagle still the fiery rain

Of thine eye, that biu-neth to destroy ?
In the glances that destructive gleam,
Laura's love I see with sweetness beam,

Weep to see it — like a boy !

My repose, like yonder image bright,
Dancing in the Avaters— cloudless, light,

Maiden, hatli been slain by thee !
On the dizzy height now totter I —
Laura — if from me — my Laura fly !

Oh, the thought to madness hiW-Ties me 3



REPnOACn — TO LAtJKA. 30y

GlnclJy shout tlio revellers as tlu-j qiiiifif,
Kiiptiircs 111 tlic li-iif-crowii'd ^/ohk't limfi-h,

Jests witliiu the k<'1*1''11 'wine have birth.
Since th(! maiden hath enslavM uiy mind,
I have left each youthful fii)ort behind, '

Friendless roam I o'er the earth.

Hear I still bright glory's tlnmder-tone ?
Doth the laurel still allure mo on?

Doth thy l\Te, Apollo Cynthius?
In my breast no echoes now arise,
Ev'ry shame-fac'd muse in sorrow flics, —

And thou, too, Apollo Cynthius ?

Shall I still be, as a woman, tame ?
Do my pidscs, at my country s name,

Proudly burst their prison-thralls ?
Would I boast tlie eagle's soaring wing?
Do I long with Roman blood to spiing,

When my Hermann calls ?

Oh, how sweet the eye's wild gaze divine !
Sweet to quaff the incense at tliat shrine !

Prouder, bolder, swells the breast^ —
That which once set ev'iy sense on fire,
That which once could ev'ry ner\'e inspke,

Scarce a half-smile now hath power to wrest 1

That Orion might receive my fame.

On the time-flood's heaving waves my name,

Rock'd in gloiy in the mighty tide ;
So that Kronos' dreaded scythe was shiver'd,
When against my monument it quiver'd,

Tow'ring tow'rd firmament in pride.

Smil'st thou?— No? To me naught perish'dnow!
Star and laurel I'll to fools allow,

To the dead their marble cell ; —
Love hath grauteil all as my reward,
High o'er man 'twere easy to have soar'd.

So I love him Avell 1



310
THE SIMPLE PEASANTS

MATTHEW.

Gossip, you'll lilie to liear, no doubt !
A learued work lias just come out —
Messias is the name 'twill bear ;
The man has travel'd through the air.
And on the sun beplaster'd roads,
Has lost shoe-leather by whole loads, —
Has seen the heavens lie open wide,
And hell has travers'd with whole hide.
The thought has just occixrr'd to me
That one bo skill'd as he must be
May tell us how our flax and wheat arise.
What say you ? — Shall I try to ascertain ?

LTOKE.

fou fool, to think that any one so wise

About mere flax and corn would rack his ^ir^iai.



THE MESS/AD.

Rei.igion 'twas produced this poem's fli'e ;
Perverted also ? — i^rithee, don't 'mr^^ahe I



MAN'S DIGNIJf^

I AM a man ! — Let ev'ry one

Who is a man too, spring
With joy beneath Gotl's shining sun,

And leap on high, and sing !

To God's owi\ image fair on earth
Its stamp I've power to show ;

Down to the front, where heaven has birth
With boldness I dare go.



' A pointless satire upon Klopstock and his Meaaias.



man's dignity. 31}

Tifl vreVi that I both dare aud can I

"When I a muiden see,
a. voice exchiim.s : thou art a man I

1 kiss her teuderly.

Aud redder then the maiden grows,

Her bodice seems too tiglit —
Th-iit I'm a man the maid< n knows,

Her bodice therefoi-e's tight.

Will she, perchance, for pity cry.

If uuiiwares s'ne's caught ?
She finds that I'm a man— then, why

By her is pity sought ?

I am a man : and if alone

She sees me drawing near,
I make the emperor's daughter ran.

Though ragged I appeiu-.

This golden watchword wins the smile

Of many a ])riucess fair ;
They call— ye'd best look out the while.

Ye gold-laced fellows there !

That I'm a man, is fully shown
Whene'er my lyre I sweep ;

It thunders out a glorious tone-
It otherwise would creep.

The spirit that my veins now hold,

My manhood calls its brother !
And'both commands, like lions bold.

And fondly greet each other.

From out this same creative flood

From which we men have birth,
Both godlik<* strength and genius bud.

And ev'ry thiug of worth.

My talisman all tyrants hates,

Arid strikes them to the ground ;
Or guides us gladly tlirou^^h life's gatee

To where the dead are luuud.



312 man's DIGNTTT.

E'en Tompey, at Pliarsalia's fight.

My talismau o'ertlirev\^ ;
On German sand it hurl'd -with, might

Rome's sensual children too.

Didst see the Eoman, proud and stem.

Sitting en Afric's shore ?
His eyes lilie Heela seem to burn,

And fiery flames outpour.

Then comes a frank and merry knave,
And spreads it through the land :

" Tell them that thou on Carthago' grave
Hast seen great Marius stand !

Thus sj)eaks the son of Rome "s^ath prids.

Still mighty in his fall ;
He is a man, and naught beside, —

Before him tremble all.

His grandaous afterwards began
Their portions to o'ertbrow,

And thought it well that ev'ry man
Should learn with grace to crow.



to-'



For shame, for shame, — once more for
shame !

The wretched ones ? — they've even
Squander'd the tokens of their fame,

The choicest gifts of Heaven.

God's counterfeit has sinfully

Disgrac'd his form divine.
And in his vile luimanity

Has wallow'd lilie the swine.

The face of earth each vainly treads,
Like gourds, that boys in sport

Have hoUow'd out to human heads,
With skulls, Avhose brains are — naughli.

Like wine that by a chemist's art

Is through retorts refin'd,
iTieir spirits to the deuce depart,

The phlegma's left behind.



nyMN TO 1UE ETHRNAL. 313

From ev'ry -woman's face tbey fly,

Ita very n.sp«ct uViiul, —
Aiitl if they dar'tl — aud could not — wliy,

'I'were better they were dead.

* * * +

Tlioy sbiin r.ll v.ortlues when they can,

Grief at tlieir joy they prove —
The man who cannot make a man

A man can never love !



The world I proudly wander o'er.
And plume myself and siup: :

I am a man ! — Whoe'er is more ?
Then leap on high and sirring !



HYMN 70 THE ETERNAL

TwixT the heavens and earth, high in the airy ocean,

In the tempest's cradle I'm born with a rocking motion ;
Clouds are tow'ring,
Storms beneath me are low'ring.

Giddily all the wonders I see.

And, O Eternal, I think of Thee !



All Thy terrible pomp, lend to the Finite now,
Mighty Nature ! Oh, of luliuity, thou

Giant daughter !

Mirror God, as in water !
Tempest, oh, let thine organ-peal
God to the reasoning worm reveal !



Hnrlv ! it peals — how the rocks quiver beneath ita gi-owls
Zebaoth's glorious name, wildly the hurricane howls .'

Graving the while

With the lightning's style :

" CkEATUBES, J)0 XE ACKNOV.IiEDGE !Mr ?"

Bpajo us, Lord ! We acUuowledge Thek I



314

THOUGHTS ON THE 1st OCTOBER, 1781.

What mean the joyous sounds from joadei- vine-clad
height ?
Wliat the exulting Evoe ?*
Why glows the cheek ? Whom is't that I, with pinioni
light,
Swinging the lofty Thyrsus see ?

Is it the Genius whom the gladsome throng obeys ?

Do I his numeroiis train descry ?
In plenty's teeming hoi*n the gifts of heaven he sways.

And reels from very ecstasy ! —

See how the golden grape in glorious beauty shines,
Kish'd by the earliest morning-beams !

The shadow of yon bow'r, how lovingly it signs,
As it with countless blessings kams !

Ha ! glad October, thou art welcome unto me ! —

October's first-bom, welcome thou !
Thanks of a purer kind, than all who worship thee,

More heartfelt thanks I'm bringing now !

For thou to me the one whom I have lov'd so well,
And love with fondness to the grave,

Who merits in my heart for evermore to dwell, —
The best of friends in Rieger t gave.

'Tis true thy breath doth rock the leaves iipon the trees.
And sadly make their charms decay ;

Gently they fall : — and swift, as morning,' phantasies
With those who waken fly away.

'Tis true that on thy track the fleecy spoiler hastes,
Wlio makes all nature's chords resound

With discord dull, and turns the plains and groves to
wastes,
So that they sadly mourn around.

' Schiller, who is not very particular about the quantities of classical
names, give* this word with the o loiit;— which is, of course, the correct
qcantity — in The Gailti of (rrecce (sec page 73).

t A well-known General, who died lu 1783.



•lEOUGHTS ON THE IsX OCTOBER, 1781. 316

See how the gloomy forms of vf^ars, ns on they roll,

Each joyous bauqiK't ovt rthrows,
When, in uplil'tod hand, from out tlic foaming bowl,

Joy's noble jjuri^le brightly llow.s !

See how they disappear, -when friends sweet converse hold,

And loving wander arm-in-arm ;
And, to revenge tliemsflves on winter's north wind cold,

Upon each other's breasts grow warm !

And when Spring's children smile upon ns once again,
Wlien all the youthfnl splendor bright,

When each melodions note of each sweet rapturous strain
Awakens with it each delight :

How joj-ons then the stream that our whole soul per-
vades !

Wliat life from out our glances pours !
Sweet Philomela's song, resounding tlmmgh the glades.

Ourselves, our youthful strength restores !

Oh, may this whisper breathe, — (let Eieger bear in
mind

The storm by which in age we're bent !) —
His guardian angel, when the evening star so kind

Gleams softly from the firmament !



In silence be he led to yonder thund'ring height,

And guided be his eye, that he.
In valley and on pLiiu, may see his fi-iends aright,

And that, with growing ecstasy,

On yonder holy spot, when he their number tells
He may experience friendship's bliss.

Now first unveil'd, until with pride his bosom swells,
Conscious that all their love is his.

Then will the distant voice be loudly heard to say :
"And G — ,too, is a friend of thine !

When silv'ry locks no mure around his temples play,
G — still will bi3 a i'lii ud of thine !



316 1?HB "WiKTEliBEKGES.

" E'en yonder " — and now in his eye the crystal tear
Will gleam — "e'en yonder he will love !

Love thee too, wlien Ms heart, in yonder spring-lik«
sphere,
Tiink'd on to thine, can rapture prove ! "



THE WIRTEMBERGER.

The name of Wirtemberg they hold
To come from Wirth am Berg* I'm told.
A Wirtemberger who ne'er drinks
Jfo Wirtemberger is, methiuks !



THE PLAQUE.



A PHANTASY.

PiiAGTJE's contagions murderous breath
God's strong might with terror reveals,

As through the dreary valley of death
With its brotherhood fell it steals !

Fearfully thiobs the anguish-struck heart,
Horribly quivers each nerve in the frame ;
Frenzy's wild laughs the torment proclaim,

Howling cenvulsions disclose the fierce smart.

Fierce delirium writhes upon the bed —
Poisonous mists bang o'er the cities dead ;

Men all haggard, pale, and wan,

To the shadow-realm press on.
Death lies brooding in the humid air,
Plague, in dark graves, piles up treasures fair.

And its voice exultingly raises.
Funeral silence — churchyiird calm,
Rapture change to dread alarm, —

Thus the plague God wildly praises !



The Landlord on the Mountain.



317

THE MOLE.

HDSBAND.

The boy's my vory image ! Sea !
Even the bcoi's my small-jjox left me !

WIFE.

I can believe it easily :

Tliey once of all my sensed reft me.



MONUMENT OF MOOR THE ROBBER*-

'Tis ended !

Welcome ! 'tis ended !

Oh thou sinner majestic,

All thy terrible i^art is now play'd I

Noble abas'd one !

Thou, ^of thy race beginner and ender I

Wondrous sou of her fearfulest humor,

Mother Nature's blunder subUme !

Through cloud-cover'd night a radiant gleam !
Hai'k liow behind him the portals are closing !
Night's gloomy jaws veil liim darkly in shada !

Nations are trembling,
At his destructive splendor afraid !
Thou art welcome ! 'Tis ended !
Oh thou sinner majestic.
All thy terrible part is now play'd !

( !rumble, — decay
In the cradle of wide-open heaven !
Terrible eiglit to each sinner that breathes,
^Tien the hot thirst for glory
JJaises its barriers over agatnst the l>reai> thbone !
See ! to eternity shi^me has cousigu'd thee !

To the bright stars of fame
Thou hast clamber'd aloft, on the shoulders of shame f
Yet time will come when shame will crumble beneath
thee,
When admiration at length will be thine I

* See the play of The Robbers,



318



, QUIP.Ii.

■VTith moist eye, by tliy sepulchre dreaded,

Man has pass'd ouwarJ —
Rejoice iu the tears that man sheddeth,

Oh thou soul of the judg'd !
With moist eye, by thy sepulchre dreaded,

Lately a, maiden pass'd onward.

Hearmg the fearful aiinouncemeDt
Told of thy deeds by the herald of marble ;
And the maiden— rejoice thee ! rejoice thee :

Sought not to dry up her tears.
Far away I stood as the pearls Avere falling,

And I shouted : Amalia !

Oh, ye youths ! Oh, ye youths !
With the dangerous lightning of Genius

Learn to play with more caution !
Wildly his bit champs the charger of Phoebus

Though, 'neath the reins of his master.
More gently he rocks Earth and Heaven,

Eein'd by a child's hand, he kindles
Earth and Heaven in blazing destruction !

Obstinate Phaeton perish'd.

Buried beneath the sad wreck.

Child of the heavecly Genius !
Glowing bosom all pantiug for action !
Art thou charm'd by the tale of my robbe.
Glowmg like thine was his bosom, and pantin*-' loa

action ! "

He, like thee, was the child of the heavenly Genius.
But thou smilest and go'st —
Thy gaze flies through the realms of the world's
long story.
Moor the robber it finds not there—
_ Stay, thou youth, and smile not !
Still survive all his sins and his shame-
Robber Moor liveth— in all but name.

QUIRL

You tell me that you feel surprise
Because Quirl's jiaper's grown in size •
And yet they're crying tlu-ough the str'eei
*tiat there's a rise in bread am\ meat,



319
THE BAD MONARCHY*



EARTHiiY pods — my lyre shall win your praise.
Tliou^'h but wont its geutlo sounds to raise

A\ hen tlio joyous feast the people throng;
Softly, at your i)ompous-souuding ii.iraes,
Shyly round your greatness' puri)le liames,

Trembles now my song.



Answer ! shall I strike the golden string,
When, borne on by exultation's wing.

O'er thff battle-field your chariots trail ?
When ye, from tlie iron grasp set free,
For your mistress' soft arms, joyously

Change your pond'rous mail ?



Shall my during hjTnn, ye gods, resound,
AVhile the golden splendor gleams around,

Where, by mystic darkness overcome.
With the thunderbolt your spleen may play.
Or in crime Inimanity array,

Till — the grave is dumb t



Say ! shall peace 'neath crowns bo now my theme r
Shall I boast, ye princes, that ye dream? —

While the worm the monarch's heart may tear.
Golden sleep twines rour.d the Moor by stealth'
.As he, at the palace, guards the wealth,

Guards — but covets ne'er.



Show how kings and galley-slaves, my muse.
Lovingly one single pillow use, —

How their lightnings flatter, when suppresa'd
When their humors have no jaowcr to harm.
When their mimic IVIinotaurs are calm.

And — the lions rest !



* Writtan in consequence of the il'-trpatmcnt Schiller esperienced at
the huude of tho Giaud Duke Churles of \Virteiuberg.



820 THE BAD 'iON.V&O^S.

0'p_ thou Hecata ! -witli thy magic sea2
Make tlie barr'd-up grave its wealth reveal, -_

Havk ! its {!■ iors like thiiuder open spring I
When cteatJi's clit^mal blast is heartfto sigh,
And the hair on end stands fearfully,

Princes' bliss I sing !

Do I here the strand, the coast detect

Where your -wishes' haughty fleet was wreck'd,

W'here was stay'd your greatness' proud c'aree:
That they ne'er with glory may grow warm,
Night, v;ith black and terror-spreading arm,

Porges monarch s here.

On the death-chest sadly gleams the crown,
With its hea-vy load of pearls weigh'd down.

And the sceptre, needed now'no more.
In what splendor is the mould array'd >
let but worms are with the body paid.

That — the world watch 'd o'er.



Haughty plants within that humble bed ■
See how death their pomp decay'd and lied

With unblushiijg rilmldiy besets !
They who rid'd o'er north and east and wes;'
Suffer now his ev'ry nauseous jest

And — no sultan threats ?

Leap for joy, ye stubborn dumb, to-day,
And your Ix^avy slumber shake away !

From the battle, victory upsprings !


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