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You ask me why, though ill at ease,
Within this region I subsist,
Whose spirits fail within the mist, And languish for the purple seas.
It is the land that freemen till,
That sober-suited Freedom chose;
The land, where girt with friends or foes, A man may speak the thing he will;
A land of settled government,
A land of just and old renown,
Where Freedom broadens slowly down From precedent to precedent.
Should banded unions persecute
Opinion, and induce a time
When single thought is civil crime, And individual freedom mute;
Though Power should make from land to land
The name of Britain trebly great ;
Though every channel in the state Should almost choke with golden sand ;
Yet waft me from the harbour-mouth,
Wild wind! I seek a warmer sky;
And I will see before I die
Quaeris solicito cur ita taedio
Hic intra nebulas avet.
Qua vir gente vel invida
Fastos; iuraqve libera
Coniurata vetet cohors
Aucta vi ter et amplius
Per qvos res fluit imperi;
H. A. J. M.
Ye eldest gods, Who, mindful of the empire which ye held Over dim chaos, keep revengeful watch On falling nations, and on kingly lines About to sink for ever; ye, who shed Into the passions of earth's giant brood, And their fierce usages, the sense of justice; Who clothe the fated battlements of tyranny With blackness as a funeral pall, and breathe Through the proud halls of time-embolden'd guilt Portents of ruin, hear me! In your presence, For now I feel
ye nigh, I dedicate This arm to the destruction of the king And of his race! O keep me pitiless! Expel all human weakness from my frame, That this keen weapon shake not when his heart Should feel its point; and if he has a child Whose blood is needful to the sacrifice My country asks, harden my soul to shed it!
King Charles the Second.
Whose word no man relies on;
Παλαίτατοι θεών, οίπερ, ής αρχής το πρίν
Ε. Μ. C.
Rex bone, nemo tibi vult credere; tempore nullo Nec stulte loqveris, nec sapienter agis.
Now my brave youths, Now give a loose to the clean generous steed, Flourish the whip, nor spare the galling spur; But in the madness of delight forget Your fears. Far o'er the rocky hills we range, And dangerous our course; but in the brave True courage never fails. In vain the stream In foaming eddies whirls : in vain the ditch Wide gasping, threatens death. The craggy steep, Where the poor dizzy shepherd crawls with care, And clings to every twig, gives us no pain; But down we sweep, as stoops the falcon bold To pounce his prey. Then up the opponent hill, By the swift motion slung, we mount aloft: So ships in winter seas now sliding sink Adown the steepy wave, then toss'd on high, Ride on the billows, and defy the storm. What lengths we pass! Where will the wandering
chase Lead us bewilder'd? Smooth as swallows skim The new-shorn mead, and far more swift, we fly. See my brave pack: now to the head they press, Jostling in close array, then more diffuse Obliquely wheel, while from their opening mouths The vollied thunder breaks. So when the cranes Their annual voyage steer, with wanton wing Their figure oft they change, and their loud clang From cloud to cloud rebounds.