’t Was morn, and beautiful the mountain’s brow—
Hung with the clusters of the bending vine—
Shone in the early light, when on the Rhine
We sailed and heard the waters round the prow
In murmurs parting; varying as we go,
Rocks after rocks come forward and retire,
As some gray convent wall or sunlit spire
Starts up along the banks,...
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To His Sister
“Childe Harold,” Canto III.
THE CASTLED crag of Drachenfels
Frowns o’er the wide and winding Rhine,
Whose breast of waters broadly swells
Between the banks which bear the vine,
And hills all rich with blossomed trees,
And fields which promise corn and wine,
And scattered cities crowning these,
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Anonymous translation from the German
A VOICE 1 resounds like thunder-peal,
’Mid dashing waves and clang of steel:—
“The Rhine, the Rhine, the German Rhine!
Who guards to-day my stream divine?”Chorus Dear Fatherland, no danger thine:
Firm stand thy sons to watch the Rhine!They stand, a hundred thousand strong,
Quick to... -
A Soldier of the Legion lay dying in Algiers,
There was lack of woman’s nursing, there was dearth of woman’s tears;
But a comrade stood beside him, while his life-blood ebbed away,
And bent, with pitying glances, to hear what he might say.
The dying soldier faltered, and he took that comrade’s hand,
And he said, “I nevermore shall see my own, my native...