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XLIX. THE FALSE REPORT.
“We must condole with the Post. Lord Palmerston has not resigned.'
Globe, May 16th, 1834.
There's no foundation for the news,
Whate'er the sanguine Post may say;
England has commerce yet to lose,
And friendships yet to cast away.
Dead are her laurels, dim her fame;
But destiny has yet behind
A darker doom, a fouler shame;
Lord Palmerston has not resigned!
Whate'er the sanguine Post may say;
England has commerce yet to lose,
And friendships yet to cast away.
Dead are her laurels, dim her fame;
But destiny has yet behind
A darker doom, a fouler shame;
Lord Palmerston has not resigned!
What happy tidings these must be
For all who hate our name and race!
King Leopold is full of glee,
Don Pedro wears a cheerful face;
And yon old man with ringlets white,
The lame, who loves to lead the blind,
Is merry o'er his cards to-night;
Lord Palmerston has not resigned!
For all who hate our name and race!
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Don Pedro wears a cheerful face;
And yon old man with ringlets white,
The lame, who loves to lead the blind,
Is merry o'er his cards to-night;
Lord Palmerston has not resigned!
The scornful look, the angry tone,
Are vain in our degenerate days;
Resigned? Oh no! high hearts alone
Can rightly value blame or praise.
A nation's sneer, a nation's frown,
Might awe, might fire, a noble mind;
Pitt would have flung his office down!—
Lord Palmerston has not resigned.
Are vain in our degenerate days;
Resigned? Oh no! high hearts alone
Can rightly value blame or praise.
A nation's sneer, a nation's frown,
Might awe, might fire, a noble mind;
Pitt would have flung his office down!—
Lord Palmerston has not resigned.
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