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And Earth hath spilt her blood for him,
Who thus can hoard his own! And Monarchs bowed the trembling limb,
And thanked him for a throne ! Fair Freedom ! we may hold thee dear, When thus thy mightiest foes their fear
In humblest guise have shown. Oh! ne'er may tyrant leave behind A brighter name to lure mankind !
Thine evil deeds are writ in gore,
Nor written thus in vain
Thy triumphs tell of fame no more,
Or deepen every stain.
To shame the world again-
Is vile as vulgar clay;
To all that pass away;
To dazzle and dismay;
And she, proud Austria's mournful flower,
Thy still imperial bride;
Still clings she to thy side ?
Thou throneless Homicide ?
Then haste thee to thy sullen Isle,
And gaze upon the sea;
It ne'er was ruled by thee!
That Earth is now as free!
Thou Timour! in his captive's cage
What thoughts will there be thine, While brooding in thy prisoned rage?
But one-" The world was mine?"
Life will not long confine
Wilt thou withstand the shock?
His vulture and his rock! Foredoomed by God-by man accurst, And that last act, though not thy worst, The very
Fiend's arch mock;? He in his fall preserved his pride, And, if a mortal, had as proudly died !