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France and England—how the laurel
From each haughty brow is hurled!
Names that, in a nobler quarrel,
Might have stood against the world.
From each haughty brow is hurled!
Names that, in a nobler quarrel,
Might have stood against the world.
Many an age hath armed Orion
Paced his nightly round in pride,
Since the Lily and the Lion,
'Gainst the Crescent-Moon allied.
On the walls of rescued Zion
Floated proudly, side by side.
Paced his nightly round in pride,
Since the Lily and the Lion,
'Gainst the Crescent-Moon allied.
On the walls of rescued Zion
Floated proudly, side by side.
At demented feud no longer,
Forced at last to join your hands
By a Foe grown daily stronger
On the spoil of injured lands—
Ye, that spared the mighty Wronger,
Draw too late your rusted brands.
Forced at last to join your hands
By a Foe grown daily stronger
On the spoil of injured lands—
Ye, that spared the mighty Wronger,
Draw too late your rusted brands.
Woe to Albion! plundered Sweden
Keel and mast and sail supplies,
That shall waft him to the Eden
Of your Indian shores and skies.
Keel and mast and sail supplies,
That shall waft him to the Eden
Of your Indian shores and skies.
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Woe to Gaul! the Sword of Roland
Should have cloven shield and helm,
Ere ye saw the Wreck of Poland
Yon Barbarian Tide o'erwhelm.
Should have cloven shield and helm,
Ere ye saw the Wreck of Poland
Yon Barbarian Tide o'erwhelm.
Woe to each! that idly waited,
While those foul Twin-Vultures tore
The bold Magyar's heart, and sated
Beak and talon deep with gore—
Thou unmoved, and thou elated,
When its pulses throbbed no more!
While those foul Twin-Vultures tore
The bold Magyar's heart, and sated
Beak and talon deep with gore—
Thou unmoved, and thou elated,
When its pulses throbbed no more!
Ye that, awed from generous duties,
To the savage Cyclops cowered—
Start to find yourselves, like Outis,
But the last to be devoured.
To the savage Cyclops cowered—
Start to find yourselves, like Outis,
But the last to be devoured.
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