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On earth,

and saw from east to west

His bannered millions meet;

While rock, and glen, and cave, and coast,
Shook with the war-cry of that host,
The thunder of their feet!
He heard the imperial echoes ring,
He heard, and felt himself a king.

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Where late his thousand ships were dark

Must all their fury dare.

What a revenge, a trophy, this,

For thee, immortal Salamis !

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Miss Jewsbury

Beneath it rung the battle shout,
And burst the cannon's roar;
The meteor of the ocean air

Shall sweep the clouds no more.

Her deck, once red with heroes' blood,
Where knelt the vanquished foe,
When winds were hurrying o'er the flood,
And waves were white below,

No more shall feel the victor's tread,
Or know the conquered knee;
The harpies of the shore shall pluck
The eagle of the sea!

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All that was left of them,

Left of six hundred.

When can their glory fade?
O, the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honor the charge they made!
Honor the Light Brigade,

Noble six hundred !

CCXX.

ARNOLD WINKELREID.

MAKE way for liberty!"— he cried ;

Made way for liberty, and died!

It must not be this day, this hour,
Annihilates the oppressor's power!
All Switzerland is in the field,
She will not fly, she cannot yield,
She must not fall; her better fate
Here gives her an immortal date.

Few were the numbers she could boast;
But
every freeman was a host,

And felt as though himself were he,
On whose sole arm hung victory.

It did depend on one indeed;
Behold him, — Arnold Winkelreid!
There sounds not to the trump of fame
The echo of a nobler name.

Unmarked he stood among the throng,
In rumination deep and long,

Till you might see, with sudden grace,
The very thought come o'er his face;
And, by the motion of his form,
Anticipate the bursting storm;
And, by the uplifting of his brow,

Tell where the bolt would strike, and how.

A. Tennyson.

But 't was no sooner thought than done, —
The field was in a moment won!
"Make way for liberty!" he cried,
Then ran, with arms extended wide,
As if his dearest friend to clasp ;
Ten spears he swept within his grasp:
“Make way for liberty!" he cried —
Their keen points met from side to side;
He bowed amongst them like a tree,
And thus made way for liberty.

Swift to the breach his comrades fly:
"Make way for liberty!" they cry,
And through the Austrian phalanx dart,
As rushed the spears through Arnold's heart;
While, instantaneous as his fall,

Rout, ruin, panic, scattered all:
An earthquake could not overthrow
A city with a surer blow.

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