Talavera Ninth Edition. To Which are Added, Other Poems [by J. W. Croker] |
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TO
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WHO DESPAIRS OF SPAIN. |
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TO HIM WHO DESPAIRS OF SPAIN.
1809.
Despair of Spain!—and dost thou dare
To talk, cold plodder, of despair?
Dost thou presume to scan
The proud revenge, the deathless zeal,
The throes that injured nations feel,
Beneath the oppressor's ban;
The pride, the spirit, and the power,
That, growing with the arduous hour,
Ennoble patriot man?
To talk, cold plodder, of despair?
Dost thou presume to scan
The proud revenge, the deathless zeal,
The throes that injured nations feel,
Beneath the oppressor's ban;
The pride, the spirit, and the power,
That, growing with the arduous hour,
Ennoble patriot man?
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O thou of little heart and hope,
Purblind diviner, can thy scope
Nothing but danger see?—
Unfrighted tho' with carnage strew'd,
Ev'n in her ruins unsubdued,
Great in adversity,
Do Saragossa and her train—
Heroes and Saints—survive in vain,
Shall they be told ‘Despair of Spain’,
And told, alas! by thee?
Purblind diviner, can thy scope
Nothing but danger see?—
Unfrighted tho' with carnage strew'd,
Ev'n in her ruins unsubdued,
Great in adversity,
Do Saragossa and her train—
Heroes and Saints—survive in vain,
Shall they be told ‘Despair of Spain’,
And told, alas! by thee?
Oh, no; tho' France's murderous hand
Should sweep the desolated land,
Revenge will still remain:—
Smother'd, but not extinguish'd quite,
A spark will live, in time will light,
And fire the lengthning train.—
Stung by that pang which never dies,
Enthusiast millions shall arise,
And Europe echo to their cries,
Never Despair of Spain!
Should sweep the desolated land,
Revenge will still remain:—
Smother'd, but not extinguish'd quite,
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And fire the lengthning train.—
Stung by that pang which never dies,
Enthusiast millions shall arise,
And Europe echo to their cries,
Never Despair of Spain!
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