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On the Execution of General Lacy , in Majorca , by order of his Majesty the King of Spain . O MOURN not the hero with pitiful sorrow , Or sully his mem ' ry by weeping ; But wild throbs of freedom indignautly borrow From hearts that in glory are sleeping ! His injuries stamp'd on the souls of the
brave , Their free-born emotions to cherish , — O mark not the awe-striking- site of his grave With symbols that ever can perish ! But there let him lie in his greatness alone , With the adamant rock for his pillow , And mourn'd through all time by the tremulous moan , That comes from the shore-stricken billow .
There winds that know none Imt Almighty controul , Shall rag * e in delighted commotion , And waters shall join in high dirge for a sou ] , As free as the masterless ocean . His name shall they carry to regions accurst , The stillness of slavery breaking ; Till , in liberty ' s shouts of delight it shall burst From nations in glory awaking . T . N . T .
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The leader of the Hebrew poets * quire , The harbinger of David ' s sweet-ton'd lyr e ^ Like thy own tow ' ring eagle , that on high Upon her lofty pinions seeks the sky . And , turning * to the sun her ardent gaze ^ Rejoices in th * efFulgenee of his rays ; Thus poetry , with brightest dazzling beam , Hath darted on thy verse her purest gleam \ Or as thy lion in the shades of night Preoi pitates the trembling shepherd ' s fligh-t Or rushing furious through the desert ways In trackless solitude alone he strays , Thus o ' er all nature dost thou take thy
way , i \ nd mark its various kingdoms for thy prey ; Where hid within the bowels of the earth , Each precious stone or metal takes its birth , Where thy Leviathan * " within the tide Of Nilus , humbles haughty Egypt ' s pride , To where Jehovah guides each brilliant car , That shines in heav e n ' s bright walks , a planet , sun or star . T . C . HOLLAND .
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Address to the Author of the Ifooh of Job .
On thee , her earliest best-beloved child , Has poetry in all her glory smil'd , But envious time has blotted out thy name , Which else had thunder'd from the trump of fame . Thy verse announced , like the morning star , The first approach of that refulgent car , On which with brilliant glow have deign'd to shine ,
And pour their bright effulgence , all the Nine . Thou wert their first , their best inspired son , O ! that thy name in histVy ' s page had shone , To claim th * applause of each succeeding time , To stand the wonder of each varying clime ,
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Futurity .
Alas ! the sun a settled rule obeys , The passing night the coming dawn repays 5 The moon her waning orb again repairs . Again , reviving , equal glory wears ; The stars , obscur'd amid the rays of light , Shine forth again at the returning * night ; The earth each year her verdant robe resumes , Kach spring ag"ain with vernal beautyblooms y
Though bare , exposed to each wintry storm , A lovely mantle clothes again her form * Her fruitfu ] bosom sweJJ'd by genial show ' is , Brings forth , at zephyr ' s call , the painted flow ' rs : But we , the lords of all this lotver frame , Whfn quench'd within our breasts the vital flame , To everlasting dust and ashes turn , Nor blooms another spring upon our urn . Thus mourns frail man , while o ' er his
wilder'd way Pie sees no prospect of returning day . Religion ' s pow ' r alone can lustre shed , And pour the oil of gladness o ' er his head . She tells , though dark the passage of the tomb , Day lies beyond that path of cloud and gloom ' y 4 _ * the Crocodile .
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Aug. 2, 1817, page 489, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2467/page/41/
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