And startled at the sight, like the weird woman of Endor, Ye cry aloud, and then are still, O Bells of Lynn ! KILLED AT THE FORD. HE is dead, the beautiful youth, The heart of honor, the tongue of truth, Hushed all murmurs of discontent. Only last night, as we rode along, He was humming the words of some old song: "Two red roses he had on his cap, Sudden and swift a whistling ball still; Something I heard in the darkness fall, And for a moment my blood grew chill; I spake in a whisper, as he who speaks In a room where some one is lying dead But he made no answer to what I said. ; flocks; From room to room I hear the wakeful clocks Challenge the passing hour, like guards that keep Their solitary watch on tower and steep; Far off I hear the crowing of the cocks, And through the opening door that time unlocks Feel the fresh breathing of To-morrow creep. To-morrow! the mysterious, unknown guest, Who cries to me: "Remember Barmecide, And tremble to be happy with the And I make answer: "I am satisfied; best; God hath already said what shall betide." O STAR of morning and of liberty! O bringer of the light, whose splendor shines Above the darkness of the Apennines, Forerunner of the day that is to be! The voices of the city and the sea, The voices of the mountains and the pines, Repeat thy song, till the familiar lines Are footpaths for the thought of Italy! Thy fame is blown abroad from all the heights, Through all the nations, and a sound is heard, As of a mighty wind, and men devout, Strangers of Rome, and the new proselytes, In their own language hear thy wondrous word, And many are amazed and many doubt. Derrière eux un Bordelais, J'ai soupé chez Agassiz!" Avec ce beau cadet roux, Mais le dernier de ces preux, They give me when they talk among themselves, And think that no one listens ; what is that? Jason. Antiochus Epimanes, my Lord! Ant. Antiochus the Mad! Ay, that is it. And who hath said it? Who hath set in motion That sorry jest? sane. Ant. I like their courage, but it shall not save them. They shall be made to eat the flesh of swine, Or they shall die. Where are they? Beneath this tower. Jason. They shall stay and starve. My Lord, the Ambassadors of Samaria Await thy pleasure. Ant. Why not my displeasure? Ambassadors are tedious. They are men Who work for their own ends, and not for mine; Ant. Approach. Come forward; not at the door stand Wagging your long beards, but demean yourselves As doth become Ambassadors. seek ye? What An Ambassador. An audience from the King. Ant. Ambassador (reading). "To King The God, Epiphanes; a Memorial Ant. Ay, my Lord. Go on, go on! And do not tire thyself and me with bowing! Ambassador (reading). "We are a col ony of Medes and Persians." Whether Sidonians or Samaritans When the Jews suffer, ye are Medes and I know that in the days of Alexander Ye claimed exemption from the annual tribute In the Sabbatic Year, because, ye said, Your fields had not been planted in that year. Ambassador (reading). "Our fathers, upon certain frequent plagues, And following an ancient superstition, There is no furtherance in them. Let Were long accustomed to observe that them go To Apollonius, my governor There in Samaria, and not trouble me. What do they want? day Which by the Israelites is called the Sabbath, And in a temple on Mount Gerizim |