Then off there flung in smiling joy, And held himself erect By just his horse's mane, a boy : You hardly could suspeet, (So tight he kept his lips compressed, You looked twice ere you saw his breast "Well," cried he, "Emperor, by God's grace We've got you Ratisbon ! The marshal's in the market-place, To see your flag-bird flap his vans Perched him!" The chief's eye flashed; his plans Soared up again like fire. The chief's eye flashed; but presently Softened itself, as sheaths A film the mother eagle's eye When her bruised eaglet breathes : "You 're wounded!" "Nay," his soldier's pride Touched to the quick, he said: "I'm killed, sire! And, his chief beside, Smiling the boy fell dead. Robert Browning. THE TORTURE-CHAMBER AT RATISBON. DOWN the broad, imperial Danube, As its wandering waters guide, Past the mountains and the meadows, Winding with the stream, we glide. Ratisbon we leave behind us, Like a fortress, vast and strong. Close beside it stands the town-hall, There, beneath the old foundations, And the tides of life above them Never, like the far-off dashing, There the dungeon clasped its victim, Now, through all the vacant silence, Gropes his way, with guide and lamp, Peering where, all black and shattered, Then the guide, with grim precision, As he speaks, the death-cold cavern Yonder, through the narrow archway, Here the executioner, lurking, Waits, with brutal thirst, his hour, Tool of bloodier men and bolder, There the careful leech sits patient, Eking out the little remnant, Here, behind the heavy grating, Bursts the secrets of the soul; Till the fearful tale of treason But the gray old tower is fading, So the ancient gloom and terror In the sunlight of the present, Of our better, purer day! William Allen Butler. Rhine, the River. THE RHINE. RTH rolled the Rhine-stream strong and deep FORTH Beneath Helvetia's Alpine steep, And joined in youthful company Its fellow-travellers to the sea. In Germany embraced the Rhine, The Neckar, the Mosel, the Lahu, and the Main, And strengthened by each rushing tide, Onward he marched in kingly pride. But soon from his enfeebled grasp The current's flowing veins unclasp, -- Forth the confederate waters broke And, bursting from their monarch's yoke, Wahl, Issel, Leck, and Wecht, all, all And a nameless brook, by Leyden's wall, From the German. Tr. Anon. |