The Age Reviewed A Satire: In two parts: Second edition, revised and corrected [by Robert Montgomery] |
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If from their graves the spectre dead could rise,
How would the vengeance flash from heroe's eyes,
How would his warm hand sweep the living lyre,
And all the poet thrill with patriot fire,
To mark this cradle of the world's renown,
Rack'd, slav'd, and sunk beneath a tyrant's frown!
And ye, the vassals of a Moslem throng,
Arouse! let “Freedom” be your battle-song;
Think on the sleepless fame of ages fled,
The serf-like living,—and the glorious dead!
Fight!—for ye tread upon your fathers' graves,
And over Glory's tomb your banner waves!
How would the vengeance flash from heroe's eyes,
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And all the poet thrill with patriot fire,
To mark this cradle of the world's renown,
Rack'd, slav'd, and sunk beneath a tyrant's frown!
And ye, the vassals of a Moslem throng,
Arouse! let “Freedom” be your battle-song;
Think on the sleepless fame of ages fled,
The serf-like living,—and the glorious dead!
Fight!—for ye tread upon your fathers' graves,
And over Glory's tomb your banner waves!
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