XXXV. ON THE SAME OCCASION. And YE Storms, resound the praises of your King! And loud and long of Winter's triumph sing! Sing ye, with blossoms crowned, and fruits, and flowers, Of Winter's breath surcharged with sleety showers, And the dire flapping of his hoary wing! Knit the blithe dance upon the soft green grass; With feet, hands, eyes, looks, lips, report your gain; Whisper it to the billows of the main, And to the aërial zephyrs as they pass, That Host, which rendered all your bounties vain! XXXVI. By Moscow self-devoted to a blaze She gave, if Faith might tread the beaten ways He, whose heaped waves confounded the proud boast XXXVII. THE GERMANS ON THE HEIGHTS OF HOCKHEIM. ABRUPTLY paused the strife ;-the field throughout The barrier Rhine hath flashed, through battle-smoke, -Fly, wretched Gauls! ere they the charge renew The unconquerable Stream his course pursue. XXXVIII. NOVEMBER, 1813. Now that all hearts are glad, all faces bright, And lamentably wrapt in twofold night, Whom no weak hopes deceived; whose mind ensued, Through perilous war, with regal fortitude, Peace that should claim respect from lawless Might. Dread King of Kings, vouchsafe a ray divine Permit his heart to kindle, and to embrace XXXIX. FEELINGS OF A FRENCH ROYALIST, ON THE DISINTERMENT OF THE REMAINS OF THE DUKE D'ENGHIEN. DEAR Reliques! from a pit of vilest mould On the remorseless hearts of men grown old Of Justice sent to earth from highest Heaven! |