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Heaven By Moscow self-devoted to a blaze
Heroism Lavished. in fight with desperate hardihood;
The Abruptly paused the strife;—the field throughout Germans on Resting upon his arms each warrior stood,
o^Hwhneim Checked in the veTY act and deed of blood,
O Silence! thou wert mother of a shout
On men who gaze heart-smitten by the view,
The unconquerable Stream his course pursue.
Now that all hearts are glad, all faces bright, King
Through perilous war, with regal fortitude,
Dear Reliques! from a pit of vilest mould Feelings of
Uprisen—to lodge among ancestral kings; a French
And to inflict shame's salutary stings Royalist on
On the remorseless hearts of men grown old ment of the"
In a blind worship; men perversely bold Duke
Even to this hour,—yet, some shall now forsake d'Enghien
Their monstrous Idol if the dead e'er spake
To warn the living; if truth were ever told
By aught redeemed out of the hollow grave:
O murdered Prince! meek, loyal, pious, brave!
The power of retribution once was given!
But 'tis a rueful thought that willow bands
So often tie the thunder-wielding hands
Of Justice sent to earth from highest Heaven!
Occasioned Intrepid sons of Albion! not by you by the Battle Js life despised; ah no, the spacious earth of Waterloo Ne,er MW a race who held, by right of birth,
So many objects to which love is due:
Ye slight not life—to God and Nature true;
But death, becoming death, is dearer far,
When duty bids you bleed in open war:
Hence hathyour pro wessquelled that impious crew.
Heroes !—for instant sacrifice prepared;
Yet filled with ardour and on triumph bent
'Mid direst shocks of mortal accident—
To you who fell, and you whom slaughter spared
To guard the fallen, and consummate the event,
Your Country rears this sacred Monument!
Siege of O, For a kindling touch from that pure flame
John 0^ gratitude, beneath Italian skies,
He conquering, as in joyful Heaven is sung,
As recognising one Almighty sway:
Assoiled from all encumbrance of our time,
Emperors and Kings, how oft have temples rung Emperors
In this firm hour Salvation lifts her horn.
Sonnets dedicated to Liberty and Order
Levelling " People! your chains are severing link by link; of Classes Soon shall the Rich be levelled down—the Poor l83x Meet them half way." Vain boast! for These, the more
They thus would rise, must low and lower sink