 | Poems, by Joseph Cottle |  |
That time shall also come, nor slowly creep,
When Justice, starting from her couch of sleep,
Shall seize her long-neglected sword of fate,
And call to vengeance earth's devouring Great;
Terror shall then the Conqueror's brow o'ercast,
The war-delighting Monarch stand aghast;
Dismay corrode the starting Despot's breast,
When doom'd to meet the Ghosts his chains oppress'd.
Then shall the Chieftains, men so much admir'd,
Display their crowns with gorgon snakes attir'd:
Thy Plunderers, Poland! find beyond the tomb
The Tyrant's portion and the Murderer's doom.
When Justice, starting from her couch of sleep,
Shall seize her long-neglected sword of fate,
And call to vengeance earth's devouring Great;
Terror shall then the Conqueror's brow o'ercast,
The war-delighting Monarch stand aghast;
Dismay corrode the starting Despot's breast,
When doom'd to meet the Ghosts his chains oppress'd.
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Display their crowns with gorgon snakes attir'd:
Thy Plunderers, Poland! find beyond the tomb
The Tyrant's portion and the Murderer's doom.
| Poems, by Joseph Cottle | |