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Be his the life that creeps in dead re ~ pose , No joy that sparkles * and no tear that flows ! Far other they who rear'd yon pompous shrine , And bade the rock with Parian marble shine . Then hallowM Peace renew e d her wealthy reign , Then altars smok'd , and Sion smiled again . There sculptur ed gold and costly gems
were seen , And all the bounties of the British queen ; There barbarous kings their sandai'd nations led , A nd steel-clad champions bow'd the crested head . * Fhere , when her fiery race the desert pour'd . And pale Byzantium fearM Medina ^ s sword , When coward Asia shook In trembling
woe , And bent appalled before the Bactrian bow ; From the moist regions of the western star The wandering permit waVd the storm of war .
Their limbs all iron , and their souls all flame , A countless host , the red-cross warriors came ; E ' en hoary priests the sacred combat wage , And clothe in steel the palsied arm of age ; While beardless youths and tender maids
assume 1 he weighty morion and the glancing plume . In bashful pride the warrior-virgins ivield The ponderous falchion , and the sunlike shield , And start to see their armour ' s iron gleam Dance with blue lustre in Tabaria ' s
. The blood-red banner floating o ' their van , All madly blithe the mingled myriads
ran ; Impatient Death beheld his destin'd food , And hovering vultures snuff "d the scent of blood .
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Not such the numbers nor the host sir dread By northern Brenn , or Scythian Timur led , Nor such the heart-in spiring zeal that bore United Greece to Phrygia ' s reedy shore ! There Gaul ' s proud knights with boastful mien advance , Form the long line , and shake tfye cor * nel lance ; Here , link'd with Thrace , in close battalions stand Ausonia ' s sons , & soft , inglorious band ; There the stern Norman joins the
Austrian train , And the dark tribes of late-reviving Spain ; Here , in black files , advancing firm and slow , Victorious Albion twangs the deadly
bow—Albion , —still prompt the captives wrong to aid , And wield in freedom ' s cause the freeman ' s generous blade ! Ye sainted spirits of the warrior dead , Whose giant force Britannia ' s armies led !
Whose bickering falchions , foremost m the fight , Still pour'd confusion on the Soldan ' s might ; Lords of the biting axe and beamy spear , Wide-conquering Edward , lion-Richard * hear !
At Albion * s call your crested pride resume , And burst the marble slumbers of the tomb ! Your sons behold ,, in arm , in heart the same , Still press the footsteps of parental fame , To Salem still their generous aid supply , And pluck the palm of Syrian chivalry !
When he , from towery Malta ' s yielding isle , And the green waters of reluctant Nile , Th' Apostate Chief , —from Misraim ' s subject shore To Acre's walls his trophied banners bore ; When the pale desert mark'd his proud
array , And Desolation hopM an ampler sway ; What hero then triumphant Gaul dis * may'd ? ^ What arm repelFd the victor Renegade ? Britannia ' s cham p ion !—bath'd in hostile bloo 4 ,
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614 * Poetry .
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Nov. 2, 1806, page 614, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct1730/page/54/
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