Sonnets written chiefly during a tour through Holland, Germany, Italy, Turkey, and Hungary. By Lady Emmeline Stuart Wortley |
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[The Conqueror's haughty march is one of might]
The Conqueror's haughty march is one of might,Yet the quick heart of Human Nature bleeds
To think of all that followeth his high deeds!—
The desolation and the desperate blight
He brings o'er Human Happiness, whose light
Fades, all extinguished where he threat'ning leads
The embattailled Hosts to gain great Glory's meeds!
And all of peaceful soon is put to flight.
The Sage's march is quiet—but sublime—
Nature unveils her Wonders to his eyes,
And still for him unlocks the hand of Time
His many treasures, and from yonder skies
The stars seem shooting through the ethereal clime,
To rise upon his soul's Eternities!
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