The Portrait
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His hand, unshaken by an empire's weight, His eye, undazzled by the glare of state, Even in the shadow of " Power's purple robe, '* 5 He gave our land the charter of the globe ; And bade our eagle, leave her native pine, To bathe in light, beneath the sultry line ; O'er ev'ry tide, with lightning's speed to sweep, Cleave ev'ry cloud that whitens o'er the deep, Tow'r o'er the heads of conquerors and kings, And soar to glory, on her canvass wings. ' Then, where Ohio rolls her silver flood, If e'e...r a tomahawk was dy'd in blood ; Or if the war-whoop broke an infant's rest, Where Erie drinks the rivers of the west, Or if an arrow, from an unseen bow, Thrown by a savage, laid a white-man low ; Or if a captive heard the hideous yell, Or felt the tortures of those fiends of hell ; On his pale horse the king of terrors sped, The fires were quench'd, the howling savage bled ; f Akenside.
14 THE PORTRAIT.
The grisly monarch feasted on the slain, And blest the courage, and the sword of WAYNE.
Then, ere by Gallic perfidy beguil'd, " The other Adams" 8 was again a child, When a grim monster, 7 rose with many a head, More foul than e'er the lake of Lerna bred ; Whose bloody hands no sacred tie could bind, Whose lurid eye roll'd ruin on mankind ;- And frowning dar'd a tribute to demand, Of " beaucoup d> argent" from a PINCKNE Y'S hand ; Fire in his eye, and thunder on his tongue, Fierce from his seat, the hoary vetVan sprung, And gave the hydra, in her den to know, He bought no friendship for he fear'd no foe.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
His hand, unshaken by an empire's weight, His eye, undazzled by the glare of state, Even in the shadow of " Power's purple robe, '* 5 He gave our land the charter of the globe ; And bade our eagle, leave her native pine, To bathe in light, beneath the sultry line ; O'er ev'ry tide, with lightning's speed to sweep, Cleave ev'ry cloud that whitens o'er the deep, Tow'r o'er the heads of conquerors and kings, And soar to glory, on her canvass wings. ' Then, where Ohio rolls her silver flood, If e'e...r a tomahawk was dy'd in blood ; Or if the war-whoop broke an infant's rest, Where Erie drinks the rivers of the west, Or if an arrow, from an unseen bow, Thrown by a savage, laid a white-man low ; Or if a captive heard the hideous yell, Or felt the tortures of those fiends of hell ; On his pale horse the king of terrors sped, The fires were quench'd, the howling savage bled ; f Akenside.
14 THE PORTRAIT.
The grisly monarch feasted on the slain, And blest the courage, and the sword of WAYNE.
Then, ere by Gallic perfidy beguil'd, " The other Adams" 8 was again a child, When a grim monster, 7 rose with many a head, More foul than e'er the lake of Lerna bred ; Whose bloody hands no sacred tie could bind, Whose lurid eye roll'd ruin on mankind ;- And frowning dar'd a tribute to demand, Of " beaucoup d> argent" from a PINCKNE Y'S hand ; Fire in his eye, and thunder on his tongue, Fierce from his seat, the hoary vetVan sprung, And gave the hydra, in her den to know, He bought no friendship for he fear'd no foe.
What to read after The Portrait?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Pierpont John to read onlineMoreLess
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