'It is nearer,' said her guide, hearing, even in the midst of his triumph song, that faint and distant cry; and he took her hand and drew her back, for she was upon the edge of the precipice, gazing into the black depths, which revealed nothing save the needles of the awful rocks and sheer descents below.

His faith's firm champion, and his Prophet's sword; Not e'en the red cross knights withstand his pow'r, But, sorrowing, mark the Moslem's triumph hour, And the pale crescent float from Salem's tow'r.

He burns; now all true hearts your triumphs ring:

leave our stage to mourn, Till rich from vanquished rebels you return; And the fat spoils of Teague in triumph draw, His firkin-butter, and his usquebaugh.

The children shout in gladsome glee, each fair one waves her hand, As down the street the heroes march with lively German band; But wilder grows the tumult when, with ribboned horns and coat, They see, on high in triumph borne, O'Reilly's billy-goat.

Those, whom you took without, in triumph bring; But see these strait conducted to the king.

My name's Defeatbut through the bitter fight, To those who know, I'm something more than friend; For I can build beyond the wrath of might And drive away all yellow from the blend; For those who quit, I am the final blow, But for the brave who seek their chance to learn, I show the way, at last, beyond the foe, To where the scarlet flames of triumph burn.

Swift through the land while Fame transported flies, And shouts triumphant shake the illumin'd skies; Britannia, bending o'er her dauntless prows, With laurels thickening round her blazon'd brows, In joy dejected, sees her triumph crost, Exults in Victory won, but mourns the Victor lost.

Every birthday, nearer hies That unknown but welcome hour; When the saint in triumph cries, "I, through Christ, am conqueror.

32 Such was our prince; yet own'd a soul above The highest acts it could produce to show: Thus poor mechanic arts in public move, Whilst the deep secrets beyond practice go. 33 Nor died he when his ebbing fame went less, But when fresh laurels courted him to live: He seem'd but to prevent some new success, As if above what triumphs earth could give.

Who twice victorious Pyrrhus conquered, The Sabines and the Samnites captive led, Great Curius, his remaining days did spend, And in this happy life his triumphs end.

to have happened as the law of triumphs enjoins, about which Dio Cocceianus writes.

Wipe the wan cheek, deep-lav'd by many a tear; Nature, the triumph foul of horror o'er, Shall raise her frame to scenes of blood no more; Pale recollection shall recall her woes, Again shall paint her agonizing throes: These, o'er the earth thine empire firm shall raise, Unaw'd by war's destructive storms, the bliss of future days.

Beware, oh rash and reckless youth, nor o'er your triumph gloat, For toward you like a comet flies O'Reilly's billy-goat.

By the side of our sweet-voiced song of triumph hath Righteousness taken her stand, and I pray, O Xenarches, that the favour of God be unfailing toward the fortune of thee and thine.

I can never feel bereft, While one possession shall be left; That which I now in triumph hold, This dear, this cherish'd heart of gold!

Ay, unto Sylla, ladies, shall you go, And tell him Marius holds within his hands Honour for ladies, for ladies rich reward; But as for Sylla and for his compeers, Who dare 'gainst Marius vaunt their golden crests, Tell him for them old Marius holds revenge, And in his hands both triumphs life and death.

who sternly point on sorrow's chart The line of pain a wretch must still pursue, To end the struggles of a bleeding heart, And grace the triumph misery owes to you How poor your pow'r!where fortitude, serene, But smiling views the glimmering taper shine; Time soon shall dim, and close the wearied scene, Bestowing solace e'en on woes like mine.

With oar-strokes timing to their song, They weave in simple lays The pathos of remembered wrong, The hope of better days, The triumph-note that Miriam sung, The joy of uncaged birds: Softening with Afric's mellow tongue Their broken Saxon words.

Then Gallia's blood in expiation stream'd, Then trembling Europe saw her fate redeem'd; And England, radiant in her triumph past, Beheld them all transcended in the last: Yes, raptured Britons blest the gale that blew The tidings homethe tale of Waterloo!

"As for this Roman triumph businessvictory procession with prisoners chained to your chariot wheelsquite unnecessary, I call it.

For Britain's virtuous nymphs are chaste as fair, Spotless, unblamed, with equal triumph reign In the dun gloom, as in the blaze of day.

2 While Pan and fair Syrinx are fled from our shore, The Graces are banish'd, and Love is no more: The soft god of pleasure, that warm'd our desires, Has broken his bow, and extinguish'd his fires; And vows that himself and his mother will mourn, Till Pan and fair Syrinx in triumph return.

That the First Charles does here in triumph ride, See his son reign where he a martyr died, And people pay that rev'rence as they pass, (Which then he wanted!) to the sacred brass, Is not the effect of gratitude alone, To which we owe the statue and the stone; But Heaven this lasting monument has wrought, That mortals may eternally be taught Rebellion, though successful, is but vain, And kings so kill'd rise conquerors again.

Which once around the darkness of the grave, From seraph-voices, in glad triumph ringing, Of a new covenant assurance gave? CHORUS OF WOMEN We, his true-hearted, With spices and myrrh.