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Woos the breeze to kiss away

The jewelled dew-drops that inlay,

Like purest thoughts, its dainty breast!
Here the cowslip loves to rest,

And its yellow ringlets toss
O'er its couch of velvet moss!
Here the spotted foxglove dwells,
Ringing oft its fairy bells;
And its sister, purely white,
Makes the shady places bright,
Like that maiden, mild and young,
By Spenser's magic numbers sung!

There are richer gems than these
Kissed and fanned by many a breeze;
Gems, on which the rainbow seems
To have flung Elysian gleams;

And the spirit of perfume

To have wept ambrosial bloom!

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Her talons unexpended lightnings arm,

And high resentments all her courage warm.
Tempt not, thou fiend of France, her arduous track!
Ambition spurs thee on-defeat shall goad thee back;
False friends in rear, in front a stubborn foe,
Thy caterer, famine,-and thy couch the snow:
Then view that fiery cope with ghastly smile,
'Tis thy ambition's grand funereal pile.

Blaze on, ye gilded domes, and turrets high,
And like a furnace glow, thou troubled sky!
Be lakes of fire the tyrant's sole domain,
And let that fiend o'er flames and ruins reign;
Doomed, like the Rebel Angel, to be shown
A fiery dungeon, where he hoped a throne.
Blaze on! thou costliest, proudest sacrifice,
E'er lit by patriots hands, or fanned by patriot sighs.

Then perish temple, palace, fort, or tower,
That screens a foeman in this vengeful hour;
Let self-devotion rule this righteous cause,
And triumph o'er affections, customs, laws;

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With Roman daring be the flag unfurled
Themselves they conquer'd first, and then the world;
Be this the dirge o'er Moscow's mighty grave,
She stood to foster, but she fell to save;
Her flames like Judah's guardian pillar rose
To shield her children, to confound her foes:
That mighty beacon must not blaze in vain,
It rouses earth, and streams high o'er the main.

Now sinks the blood-red sun, eclipsed by light, And yields his throne to far more brilliant night. Roused by the flames, the blast, with rushing sound, Both fed and fanned the ruin that it found. Long stood each stately tower, and column high, And saw the molten gulf beneath them lie; Long reared their heads th' aspiring flames above, As stood the giants when they warred with Jove, Conquered at length, with hideous crash they fall, And one o'erwhelming havoc covers all. Nor Ætna, nor Vesuvius, though combined In horrid league, and chafed by every wind That from the hoarse Æolian cave is driven,

Could with such wreck astound both earth and heaven.

Rage Elements! wreck, ravage all ye can,

Ye are not half so fierce as man to man!

Wide and more wide, self-warned, without com

mand,

Gaul's awe-struck files their circling wings expand;

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