The Age Reviewed A Satire: In two parts: Second edition, revised and corrected [by Robert Montgomery] |
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To heap the book-froth of these scrawling times,
Though hot-press'd darlings spin Phillenic rhymes;
Though, like the bull frogs round a miry pool,
We croak,—till every magazine is full;
Will all the din-dong of Parnassian strains,
Beat the black Turk, or burst his iron chains?
Come forth, my land! leave cowards to the verse,
And light on Turkey's head your bloodiest curse:
Let the wild war plume bend upon the gale,
Let Freedom vanquish, and the tyrants quail!
Till Slav'ry vanish with her hideous crew,
And Glory startle from her tomb anew!
So shall the tongues of after ages glow
To read of this sublime and warlike blow;
So shall thy virtue and thy valor shine,
Like heaven's bright world, unsullied and divine.
Though hot-press'd darlings spin Phillenic rhymes;
Though, like the bull frogs round a miry pool,
We croak,—till every magazine is full;
Will all the din-dong of Parnassian strains,
Beat the black Turk, or burst his iron chains?
Come forth, my land! leave cowards to the verse,
And light on Turkey's head your bloodiest curse:
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Let Freedom vanquish, and the tyrants quail!
Till Slav'ry vanish with her hideous crew,
And Glory startle from her tomb anew!
So shall the tongues of after ages glow
To read of this sublime and warlike blow;
So shall thy virtue and thy valor shine,
Like heaven's bright world, unsullied and divine.
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