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 | The Poetical Works of Aubrey De Vere |  |
WRITTEN AT THE BEGINNING OF THE CRIMEAN WAR.
From polar wastes and sunless mines,
And prone expanse of snows and sands,
Whereon, while shadowing eve declines,
The solitary Exile stands;
And prone expanse of snows and sands,
Whereon, while shadowing eve declines,
The solitary Exile stands;
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From lost Circassia's branded coasts,
Danubian deserts black with fire,
From putrid swamps where conscript hosts
A foe behold not, yet expire;
Danubian deserts black with fire,
From putrid swamps where conscript hosts
A foe behold not, yet expire;
At last ascending, claim your place,
Nor fear to answer ban with ban,
And smite the Insulter on his face,
Ye manlier Faculties of man,
Nor fear to answer ban with ban,
And smite the Insulter on his face,
Ye manlier Faculties of man,
That, long in rising, rise at last;
And, winged with lightning, thunder-zoned,
The turrets shake, and scare the feast
Of malefactors crowned and throned.
And, winged with lightning, thunder-zoned,
The turrets shake, and scare the feast
Of malefactors crowned and throned.
The blood of Catherine fires the Czar:
Teach it less proudly to rebel!
False priests baptise an impious war:
The homicidal synods quell!
Teach it less proudly to rebel!
False priests baptise an impious war:
The homicidal synods quell!
From Arctic regions, and the shore
Medea left of old, make way!
The heart of Poland beats once more:
The nuns of Minsk await their day!
Medea left of old, make way!
The heart of Poland beats once more:
The nuns of Minsk await their day!
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