The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 55 pages of information about The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction.

The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 55 pages of information about The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction.

  With Freedom’s lion-banner
    Britannia rules the waves
  Whilst your BROAD STONE OF HONOUR[2]
    Is still the camp of slaves. 
  For shame, for glory’s sake,
  Wake, Allemanians, wake,
    And the tyrants now that whelm
  Half the world, shall quail and flee,
    When your realm shall be the realm
                    Of the free—­of the free!

Mars owes to you his thunder[3]
That shakes the battle-field,
Yet to break your bonds asunder
No martial bolt has peal’d. 
Shall the laurell’d land of Art
Wear shackles on her heart? 
No! the clock ye framed to tell
By its sound, the march of time,
Let it clang Oppression’s knell
O’er your clime—­o’er your clime!

The Press’s magic letters
That blessing ye brought forth,
Behold! it lies in fetters
On the soil that gave it birth: 
But the trumpet must be heard
And the charger must be spurr’d;
For your father Armin’s Sprite
Calls down from heaven, that ye
Shall gird you for the fight
And be free!—­and be free!

Metropolitan.

    [2] Ehrenbreitstein, signifies in German, “the broad stone of
        honour
.”

    [3] Germany invented gunpowder, clock-making, and printing.

* * * * *

GAZEL.

BY THOMAS MOORE, ESQ.

  Haste, Maami, the spring is nigh,
    Already, in th’ unopened flowers
  That sleep around us, Fancy’s eye
    Can see the blush of future bowers;
  And joy it brings to thee and me,
  My own beloved Maami!

  The streamlet, frozen on its way,
    To feed the marble Founts of Kings,
  Now, loosen’d by the vernal ray,
    Upon its path exulting springs,
  As doth this bounding heart to thee,
  My ever blissful Maami!

  Such bright hours were not made to stay,
    Enough if they awhile remain;
  Like Irem’s bowers, that fade away,
    From time to time, and come again,
  And life shall all one Irem be
  For us, my gentle Maami.

  O haste, for this impatient heart
    Is like the rose in Yemen’s vale,
  That rends its inmost leaves apart
    With passion for the nightingale;
  So languishes this soul for thee,
    My bright and blushing Maami!

Metropolitan.

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NOTES OF A READER.

ADVICE, BY A MAN OF THE WORLD.

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