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Which tlicy abhor , confound not with the cause Those momentary starts from Nature ' s laws , Which , like the pestilence and earthquake , smite
But for a term , then pass , and leave the earth With all her seasons to repair the blight With a few summers , and again put forth Cities land generations- — fair , wheft free— - For , Tyranny , there blooms no bud for theef
III . Glory and Empire ! once upon these towers With Freedom—godlike Triad ! how ye sate ! The league of mightiest nations , in those hours When Venice was an envy , might abate ,
But did not quench , her spirit—in her fate All were enwrapp'd : the feasted monarchs knew And loved their hostess , nor could learn
to hate , Although they humbled—with the kingly few The many felt , for from all da . ys and climes She was the voyager ' s worship ;—even her crimes
Were of the softer order—horn of Love , She drank no blood , nor fatten ed on the dead , But gladden'd where her harmless conquests spread ; For these restored the Cross , that from above
Hallow'd her sheltering banners , which incessant Flew between earth and the unholy Crescent , Whicli , if it waned and dwindled , Earth may thank The city it has clothed in chains , ivhich clank Now , creaking- in the ears of those who owe The name of Freedom to her glorious struggles ; Yet she but shares with them a common woe , And calPd the " kingdom" of a conquering foe , — But knows what ail—and , most of all , we know—With what set glided terms a tyrant jutf £ tes !
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444 Poetry . —Venice , an Ode by Lord Byron .
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IV . The name of Commonwealth is past and gone O ' er the three fractions of the groaning * globe ; Venice 1 * 5 crush ' d , and Holland deigns to own
A sceptre , and endures the purple robe If the free Swilzer yet bestrides alone His chain I ess mountains , ' tis but for a time , For tyranny of late is cunning grown , And in its own good season tramples down The sparkles of our ashes . One ^ reat clime , Whose vigorous offspring by dividing ocean
Are kept apart and nursed in the devotion Of freedom , which their fathers fought for , and Bequeath'd—a heritage of heart and hand , And proud distinction from each other land , Whose sons rnust bow them at a monarch ' s
motion , As if his senseless sceptre were a wand Full of the magic of exploded science—Still one great clime , in full and free defiance , Yet rears her crest , unconquer'd and sublime , Above the far Atlantic !—She has taught Her Esau-brethren that the haug'hty flag , The floating * fence of Albion ' s feeblei
crag , May strike to those whose red right hands have bought Rights cheaply earn'd with blood . Still , still , for ever Better , though each man ' s life-blood were a ri ver , That it should flow , and overflow , than
creep Through thousand lazy channels in our veins , Damm'd like the dull canal with locks and chains , And moving " , as a sick man in his sleep , Three paces , and then faltering * : —better he
Where the extinguished Spartans still are free , In their proud charnel of Thermopylae , Than stagnate in our marsh , —or o * er the deep Fly , and one current to the ocean add , One spirit to the souls our fathers had , One freeman more , America , to thee !
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), July 2, 1819, page 444, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct1774/page/44/
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