Poems By Edward Quillinan. With a Memoir by William Johnston |
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HERO-WORSHIP. I.
“Cromwell! our chief of men;” thy surest praiseIs this, that He, a greater far than thou,
Crown'd with immortal verse thine iron brow.
O “fallen on evil tongues and evil days,”
And blind already in the horrent blaze
Thy torch enkindled, he who could endow
Thy blood-red star with seraph light, and vow
Upon an idol shrine his sacred bays.—
Though none denies thee grandeur in thy crime,
That struck the realm as with a thunder shock,
Though Milton's organ peal'd applause sublime,
That trunkless visage haunts thee from the block,
Nor unrebuked will evil fame rejoice,
While honour in the island hath a voice.
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