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^ken shall a modern maid have swains likAl these!

«is! Sir Harry is no Hercules!

, * ast amidst the gaping crew,

T In . e caIm spectator, as he takes his view,

/l silent indignation mix’d with grief,hmires the plunder, but abhors the thief,jp loath’d in life, nor pardon’d in the, dust,

> a y hate pursue his sacrilegious lust!

Shi wit h the fool that tired the Ephesian dome,hall vengence follow far beyond the tombj hd Eratostratos* and Elgin shineQ inany a branding page and burning lino;p la e reserved for aye to stand accursed,e fchance the second blacker than the first.

p. let him stand through ages yet unborn,

-j,,* d statue on the pedestal of scorn;jbough not for him alone revenge shall wait,

Ho l ky country for her coming fate;

were the deeds that taught her lawless son

> do what oft Britannia’s self had done.

to the Baltic—blazing from afar,v ar old ally yet mourns perfidious war.

Or h 0 Su °h deeds did Pallas lend her aid,la brea k the compact which herself had made;

« r ° m such councils, from the faithless field^ ? fled—hut left behind her Gorgon shield;

* Sift, that, turn d your friends to stone,

01 left lost Albion hated and alone.

$}k 0o k to the East, where Ganges’ swarthy raceL 0 ,l shake your tyrant empire to its base;

And *“ ere Rebellion rears her ghastly head,lillr ares *ke Nemesis native dead;

* Aus'i P s r °A s a d ee P purpureal flood,

Sj Q a claims his long arrear of northern blood.

Y ma y ye perish!—Pallas, when she gavear freeborn rights, forbade yo to enslave.t

kook on your Spain !—she clasps the hand sheB ut v hates,

°°ldly clasps, and thrusts you from her gates.Witness, bright Barossa! thou canst tell

°se were the sons that bravely fought and

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leve d three long Olympiads of defeat?

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kind and dear ally,

Oh R ? a V e a f ew t° fight, and sometimes fly.kher i0UH 1 p y Famine fiercely won,km re ti r es for once, and all is done!en fllfl Pallas teach, that one retreat

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leve d three long Olympiads of defeat?

On th °°k last at home—ye love not to look there;W e - grim sm il e of comfortless despair:

Her e to, ty maddens: loud through Revel howls,kfce‘ill ^ line fa ints, and yonder rapine prowls,

4 No jJ. a *ike, of more or less bereft;

‘klGRt Sers treni hle when there's nothing left.

It qJq P a per credit,J who shall dare to sing?'

Y et like lead Corruption's weary wing.

\Vh 0 as Plucked each premier by the ear,hqt on°^ S an( * men a like disdained to hear;

On p„n re Peutant o’er a bankrupt state,

1’hen —but calls, alas! too late;

Thouoi?? 8 f° r * *; to that Mentor bends,

fe>n lie and Pallas never yet were friends.

Him senates hear, whom never yet they heard,Contemptuous once, and now no less absurd.

So, once of yore, each reasonable frogSwore faith and fealty to his sovereign ‘ log.’

Thus hail’d your rulers their patrician clod.

As Egypt chose an onion for a god.

“ Now fare ye well! enjoy your little hour;

Go, grasp the shadow of your vanish'd power;Gloss o'er the failure of each fondest scheme:

Your strength a name, your bloated wealth adream.

Gone is that gold the marvel of mankind,

And pirate’s barter all that's left behind. §

No more the hirelings, purchased near and far,Crowd to the ranks of mercenary war;

The idle mer6hant on the useless quayDroops o’er the bales no bark may bear away;

Or, back returning, sees rejected storesRot piecemeal on his own encumber'd shores:

The starved mechanic breaks his rusting loom,

And desperate mans him ’gainst the coming doom.Then in the senate of your sinking stateShow me the man whoso counsels may haveweight

Vain is each voice where tones could once com-mand ;

E'en factions cease to charm a factious land;

Yet jarring sects convulse a sister isle,

And light with maddening hands the mutual pile.

“ ’Tis done, ’tis past, since Pallas warns in vain;The Furies seize her abdicated reign,

Wide o’er the realm they wave their kindlingbrands,

And wring her vitals with their fiery hands.

But one convulsive struggle still remains,

And Gaul shall weep ere Albion wear her chains.The banner'd pomp of war, the glittering files,

O’er whose gay trappings stern Bellona smiles;

The brazen trump, the spirit-stirring drum,

That bid the foe defiance ere they come;

The hero hounding at his country’s call,

The glorious death that consecrates his fall,

Swell the young heart with visionary charms,

And bid it antedate the joys of arms.

But know, a lesson you may yet be taught,

With death filone are laurels cheaply bought jN ot in the conflict Havoc seeks delight,

Ilis day of mercy is the day of fightBut when the field is fought, the battle won,

Though drench'd with gore, his woes are butbegun:

His deeper deeds as yet yo know by name;

The slaughter’d peasant and the ravish'd dame,

The rifled mansion and the foc-reap’d field,

111 suit with souls at home, untaught to yield.

Say with what eye along the distant downWould flying burghers mark the blazing town ?How view the column of ascending flamesShake his red shadow o’er the startled Thames?Nay, frown not, Albion! for the torch was thineThat lit such pyres from Tagus to the Rhine :

Now should they burst on thy devoted coast,

Go, ask thy bosom who deserves them most.

The law of heaven and earth is life for life,

And she who raised, in vain regrets, the strife.”

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* t wp ° immortality by setting fire to the temple of Diana at Ephesus.

6 events might prove his lordship a prophet as well as a poet.

X “ Blest paper credit! last and best supply,

§ ThA r That lends Corruption lighter wings to fly!”— Pope. — B.

0 Leal and Dover traffickers in specie.— B.

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