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« And much of earth and all the watery plain

« Of ocean call'd him king: through many a storm « His isles had floated on the abyss of Time;

« For the rough virtues chose them for their clime. XLIII.

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« He came to his sceptre, young, he leaves it, old : « Look to the state in which he found his realm, « And left it; and his annals, too, behold, i

« How to a minion first he gave the helm; « How grew upon his heart a thirst for gold,

« The beggar's vice, which can but overwhelm << The meanest hearts; and for the rest, but glance << Thine eye along America and Françe!


« 'Tis true, he was a tool from first to last

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(I have the workmen safe); but as a tool

<< So let him be consumed! From out the past |

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Of ages, since mankind have known the rule

« Of monarchs—from the bloody rolls amass'd

<< Of sin and slaughter-from the Cæsar's school, « Take the worst pupil, and produce a reign

« More drench'd with gore, more cumber'd with the slain!

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« He ever warr'd with freedom and the free:12

« Nations as men, home subjects, foreign foes,

So that they utter'd the word 'Liberty!'

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Found George the Third their first opponent. Whose History was ever stain'd as his will be

« With national and individual woes?

« I grant his household abstinence; I grant

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I know he was a constant consort; own

<< He was a decent sire, and middling lord. « All this is much, and most upon a throne; As temperance, if at Apicius' board,

<< Is more than at an anchorite's supper shown.

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<< I grant him all the kindest can accord ;

<«< And this was well for him, but not for those

<< Millions who found him what oppression chose.


« The new world shook him off; the old yet groans << Beneath what he and his prepared, if not

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<< To all his vices, without what begot

Compassion for him his tame virtues; drones « Who sleep, or despots who have now forgot « A lesson which shall be re-taught them, wake << Upon the throne of Earth; but let them quake! b' au choigh XLVIII!!!-

of the primitive, who hold

« Five millions of the

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<«< The faith which makes ye great on earth, implored « A part of that vast all they held of old,

<< Freedom to worship--not alone your Lord,

<< Michael, but you, and you, Saint Peter! Cold << Must be your souls, if you have not abhorr'd

<< The foe to Catholic participation

<< In all the license of a Christian nation. {}

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« True! he allow'd them to pray God; but, as

« A consequence of prayer, refused the law « Which would have placed them upon the same base

<< With those who did not hold the saints in awe. »

But here Saint Peter started from his place,

And cried, «You may the prisoner withdraw: << Ere Heaven shall ope her portals to this Guelf, << While I am guard, may I be damn❜d myself!


« Sooner will I with Cerberus exchange
« My office (and his is no sinecure)
<< Than see this royal Bedlam bigot range

<< The azure fields of heaven, of that be sure! >> << Saint!» replied Sathan, «< you do well to avenge << The << And if to this exchange you should be given, << I'll try to coax our Cerberus up to heaven. »><

wrongs he made your satellites endure;

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Here Michael interposed : « Good saint! and devil!

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Pray not so fast; you both out-run discretion.

<< Saint Peter! you were wont to be more civil: << Sathan! excuse this warmth of his expression,

<< And condescension to the vulgar's level:

<< Even saints sometimes forget themselves in session. « Have you got more to say?»-«No!»-« If you please, « I'll trouble you to call your witnesses. >>


Then Sathan turn'd and waved his swarthy hand,
Which stirr'd with its électric qualities
Clouds farther off than we can understand,
Although we find him sometimes in our skies;
Infernal thunder shook both sea and land

In all the planets, and hell's batteries
Let off the artillery, which Milton mentions
As one of Sathan's most sublime inventions.


This was a signal unto such damn'd souls
As have the privilege of their damnation
Extended far beyond the mere controls

Of worlds past, present, or to come; no station
Is theirs particularly in the rolls

Of hell assigned; but where their inclination
Or business carries them in search of game,
They may range freely-being damn'd the same.

They are proud of this-as very well they may,
It being a sort of knighthood, or gilt key
Stuck in their loins; or like to an << entré »

Up the back stairs, or such free-masonry:
I borrow my comparaisons from clay,

Being clay myself. Let not those spirits be. Offended with such base low likenesses; o.. zm. We know their posts are nobler far than these.

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When the great signal ran from heaven to hell,-
About ten million times the distance reckon'd

From our sun to its earth, as we can tell


How much time it takes up, even to a second,

For every ray that travels to dispel

The fogs of London; through which, dimly beacon'd, The weathercocks are gilt, some thrice a year,

If that the summer is not too severe :



say that I can tell-'twas half a minute;

I know the solar beams take up more time
Ere, pack'd up for their journey, they begin it;
But then their telegraph is less sublime,

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And if they ran a race, they would not win it

'Gainst Sathan's couriers bound for their own clime. The sun takes up some years for every ray

To reach its goal—the devil not half a day.

Upon the


verge of space, about the size Of half-a-crown, a little speck appear'd (I've seen a something like it in the skies In the Ægean, ere a squall; it near'd, And, growing bigger, took another guise; Like an aërial ship it tack'd, and steer'd Or was steer'd (I am doubtful of the grammar Of the last phrase, which makes the stanza stammer;


But take your choice); and then it grew a cloud,
And so it was a cloud of witnesses.

But such a cloud! No land e'er saw a crowd

Of locusts numerous as the heavens saw these; They shadow'd with their myriads space; their loud And varied cries were like those of wild-geese (If nations may be liken'd to a goose), And realized the phrase of «< hell broke loose, »› ‹.

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Here crash'd a sturdy oath of stout John Bull,
Who damn'd away his eyes, as heretofore:
There Paddy brogued by Jasus! What's your
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The temperate Scot exclaim'd: the French ghost swore In certain terms I shant translate in full,

As the first coachman will; and 'midst the war The voice of Jonathan was heard to express, « Quri President is going to war, I guess. »,

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