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« Not to such deeds did Pallas lend her aid,
« Or break the compact which herself had made;
« Far from such councils, from the faithless field
« She fled—but left behind her Gorgon shield;
* A fatal gift that turned your friends to stone,
« And left lost Albion hated and alone.'
« Look to the East, where Ganges' swarthy race

Shall shake your usurpation to its base; « Lo ! there rebellion rears her ghastly head, * And glares the Nemesis of native dead, 4 Till Indus rolls a deep purpureal flood, # And claims his long arrear of northern blood. « So may ye perish! Pallas, when she gave « Your free-born rights, forbade ye to enslave. a Look on your Spain, she clasps the band she hatos, « But coldly clasps and thrusts you from her gates. « Bear witness bright Barrossa, thou canst tell, # Whose were the sons that bravely fought and felt. * While Lusitania, kind and dear ally, # Can spare a few to fight and sometimes fty.. « Oh glorious field ! by famine fiercely won; * The Gaul retires for once, and all is done! « But when did Pallas teach that one retreat .« Retriey'd three long olympiads of defeat : « Look last at home, ye love not to look there, « On the grim smile of comfortless despair ; « Your city saddens, loud though revel howls, « Here famine faints, and yonder rapine prowls : * See all alike of more or less bereft, « No misers tremble when there's nothing left : a • Blest paper credit (1),' who shall dare to sing ? * It clogs like lead Corraption's weary wing : (1) Blesk paper credit , last and best supply, That lends Corruption lighter wings to fly.





« Yet Pallas pluck'd each Premier by the ear
« Who gods and men alike disdain’d to hear;
« But one, repentant o’er a bankrupt state,
« On Pallas calls, but calls, alas! too late :
« Then raves for *** (1); to that Mentor bends,
« Though he and Pallas never yet were friends:
« Him senates hear whom never yet they heard,
« Contemptuous once, and now no less absurd :
« So once of yore each reasonable frog
« Swore faith and fealty to his sovereign log;
* Thus hail'd your rulers their Patrician clod,
• As Egypt chose an opion for a god.

« Now fare ye well, enjoy your little hour; « Go,-grasp the shadow of your vanish'd power ; « Gloss o'er the failure of each fondest scheme, « Your strength a name, your bloated wealth a dreame, « Gone is that gold, the marvel of mankind, « And pirates barter all that's left behind (2); « No more the hirelings purchas'd near and far « Crowd to the ranks of mercenary war; « The idle merchant on the useless quay « Droops o’er the bales no bark may bear away; « Or back returning sees rejected stores « Rot piecemeal on his own encumber'd shores : : « The starved mechanic hrcaks his rusting loom, « And desperate mans him’gainst the common doom. « Then in the senatc of your sinking state, .' a Shew me the man whose counsels may have weight.

(1) The Deal and Dover traffickers in specie. (2) See the foregoing note.

« Vain is each voice whose tones could once command ; « E'en factions ccase to charm a factious land; « While jarring sects convulse a sister isle, « And light with madd’ning hands the mutual pile.

« 'Tis done, 'tis past, since Pallas warns in vain, « The Furies seize her abdicated reiga: « Wide o'er the realm they wave their kindling brands, « And wring her vitals with their fiery hands. « But one convulsive struggle still remains, « And Gaul shall weep ere Albion wear hér chains. « The bannered pomp of war, the glittering files, « O’er whose gay trappings stern Bellona smiles; « The brazen trump, the spirit-stirring drum, « That bid the foe defiance ere they come; « The hero bounding at his country's call, « The glorious death that decorates his fall, « Swell the young heart with visionary charms, « And bid it antedate the joys of arms. « But know, a lesson you may yet be taught, « With death alone are laurels cheaply bought; « Not in the conflict Havoc seeks delight, « His day of mercy is the day of fight; « But when the field is fought, the battle won, « Though drench'd with gore, his woes are but begud ; « His deeper deeds ye yet know but by name, « The slaughter'd peasant and the ravish'd dame, « The rifled mansion and the foe-reap'd field, « Ill suit with souls at home antaught to yield. * Say with what eye, along the distant down, « Would flying burghers mark the blazing town? « How view the column of ascending flames « Shake his red shadow o'er the startled Thames?

* Nay, frown not, Albion ! for the torch was thine « That lit such pyres from Tagus to the Rhine: « Now should they burst on thy devoted coast, « Go, ask thy bosom, who deserves them most? « The law of heav'n and earth is life for life, * And she who rais'd in vain regrets the strife. »

London, 1812.


LE VAMPIRE , faussement attribué à lord Byron, est de Polidori, jeune médecin , qui a vécu quelque temps à Genève avec le poëte anglais.

Protégé par le nom de l'auteur du Corsaire et de Lara , le Vampire a joui d'un grand succès, et inspiré un mélodrame fameux.

On a cru devoir réunir le Vampire aux OEuvres de lord Byron, comme ayant la teinte de son génie, et pour satisfaire les lecteurs curieux de lire une production où Polidori a imité, autant qu'il était en lui, le style sombre, attachant et romantique du fameux lord, dont la réputation est devenue européenne.

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