The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1859-06-24
POETRY OF THE WAR


ITAuA.-o, ii tu fosse men bella
D. piu iorte -Fitaoajd.
had v,sicni Nsly
Rose, Ike q spectre, on my eyel
No more the form, whose accents fell
On nations, like a sudden speh:
With wnchps glance, and lip Of smiles,
And heart Of more than human wles,
Anu Jewelled brow and airy ROBE,
The sOft enchantress OF the gloOel
There stood q FORM with aHe uish bowed,
captive al her robe STROUD.
AND yet the glance OF shame ald ire,
Showed in her soul Its ancient ire;
And stern the voice, though sad and slow,
That told her tale Of more than woel
ewhy Gu, sed !" the Phantom cried,
To be the toy VI bomcfdel
To be the prize and prey OF things,
In God and Natures wrath, made Kingsl
Why, framed With thoughts not born 10 die,
The rembier at tyraut's eye;
With paintings for immortal fame,
Yet, still, the swords guoole Ime;
With hand " do, and heart 70 feel,
Sill crushed beneath ROBBERS heel;
Still bearing on my burning brain,
tsrtb's deepest brand, Strangers chain;
Alternate serf Of Gau and Hun,
Ut both the scorD-oy both undone
Was II, my soul 70 taptalise,
That Truth first woke my slumberipg eyes
When, pilgrim like, FROM chimes afar,
Go~ed on my night the Goepei star
And shouts Of JOY, from hill and 1aie,
Babe the new risen Glory hail.
And never purer prayer WIS given,
Than from my Alpine roots 70 Heaven;
Til swept the storm OF hre AMI gore,
Ana Night snd Slomber fell more.
Why, Nature hp thy pencil dyed
In purple pomp my mcunta'n's side,
Glded my Alp, and ApenDne,
With the strong spendors OF the rn'ro;
Embathed in light the marble bay,
The forest dell the castle gray:
Der oil, the speii OF beauty cast,
To be q dungeon, at the lasi
Man. from the cradle TO the grave,
That worst Of slaves, wiling save
Yet, brighter than my horn and Even,
Inlay of all the hues OF Heaven;
ADo ioveer than my waters blue,
AND fresher than my vales OF dew,
And softer than tie rs that rise,
Earth IS evening incense 70 The skiee
And hoer than the moonlight sleep
On sainted pile, or haunted steep;
Heavens FIRST best GIFT, ts last resigued,
mourn my Poetry Of mndl
No Dante pcnfs the blrniDg tear;
NO fasso sumnoos Eai To hear;
No AI1osto strikes ihe string
BY forest shade fairy sos,pg.
No PetraTCh sees the VISIONS CLEAN.
BY Amos laurel powered stream;
Or bids again the roaes bloom,
ln homage DER my Virgl's tonb
No bard OF fire, TO burst the cnRinl
The papRs Of ages, oil III vain,
NY long and lingering destiny,
In shame to live, in shame 10 die
All silent, SINK in woe, or fear,
Ny very SOUL q sepuIchrel
But, Is there not "coming tmel"
NObler t1sn nature in liz prime,
Wheo malshal Triangle no more,
No din1em be dpt ~ gore;
When all shall see the ''p opised sign,u
The icol silAt,ei ed, with his SHRINE:
Vanished from earth wars demon horde,
UDdone the "kiDgdun Of the sword.
Sorrow, and SIN and shame unknown,
Ono God, one king, one faith, one throne
LONDON, June 6, 1859. G. CROLY, LID.
HYMN OF THE IMPERIAL LAUREATE OF FRANCE.
In Paris on the 9Th Of June at night the Opera which
7as crowded, the imperial laureate Mery's Oscas,oua
lynn" set to Aubers music was given amid intense
phusasn. The lines are not remarkable poetry,
re valuable as accurately emocdyng the French view
what is done in italy, and why it is done.
Toujours nos destng sont prosperes
Toujoufs nos dfapeaux ttiomphants
France, tn couronnas los pefes,
tn vas couronDer lee eLfants
lie eli dDonneur quI les rallie
SEINE Ia joe gu 10 .erreur.
En- AVIAN. vive l'Itae
En- avant vive fEmpereur
Is ont recommenoe Fhistore.
Siiul paye que n0us amons
Sslut ces dc la victoIe,
Jardrs oe heuJs su pied des mont6l
liz 0nt paru IN me ee
lie Ter aux mans, h famine aux yeux.
Sur les NJ Ia victoire atiee
A erie: &c sont les aieuY
Ils ont remph notre esperauce,
Brise lie joog dc ropressear.
Toujours Dieu pro,ege la France
Marengo nous donne une snur.
berceau des arts, pays oe gtoira
keWends ton antique fierte,
Gar lie jour de Dotrc 9ictoire
Est IL jour de ta liberte
THE WAR.
ALFRED IENyysoS.
From the London Zines, aay Ill
There 10 a sound of thunder afar,
Storm in the South taat Garkens the day,
Storm Of battle ana thunder OF war,
Well, il IL do not roll our way.
Storm storm Rlemen form
Ready, be ready 10 meet he s,orml
Rifenen, riflernen, rnenen form!
Be not deaf 10 the sound chat warnsl
Be rot gulPd by O cespot's plea
Are figs OF ttrtles, or grapee OF tnorIse
How should q oespot set NJ ID free2
Form form Rhemen form
Resdy, he ready " meet tie storm
R.temeD, rihenen, rfemen torml
Let your reforms for q momsu. 90,
Look TO your butts and take good aims.
Better rotten borough or 60,
Than "a rotten fleet OF city In flames
Form forml Rfemen form
Ready be ready to meet the storm
Efemen, ritiemen, rihealcn form
Form, re ready to 90 or die
Form IN Freedoms nane and the Queen'sl
True, that We have faitbfal ally,
But only the Devil knows what he means
Forml form Khemen form
Ready, be ready 70 meet the stormI
kiilemen rillemen, r'llemeu form
SONG OF THE zouAvEs.
CHANT DIES zoUAvEs-PAR GUsrAyE SATfuHp.
Us sen wont rarme volou,e,
lie rire en- oaroe ct haut Ia iGte,
Cou nu, bonnet sur 10 COTE
Ccmme des coas a rouge crete
En- les voyant passcr on GENT
Gu lis mont PAD peur de teintre fnerpe
De Ia belle couieur du Gang,
Ces pronp.s soldats au front superbel
La souore q parle les ciaiion5 GU vent
Scrneut Ia charge ct Ia vctcTe
La baionnei,c soft, ellie demaude boiYe:
Zcuayee, EN- avant On svah.l en- avant
Connie ces Gaulols chevelus,
Vrsis boLs du pays dcs chenes
Qui s'eesn caient tout nus
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