XII. ALAS! what boots the long laborious quest And lead us on to that transcendent rest Beneath the brutal sword?—Her haughty Schools Than all the pride of intellect and thought? ! XIII. AND is it among rude untutored Dales, Is it by rocks and woods that man prevails ? Iberian Burghers when the sword they drew Of fiercely-breathing war. The truth was felt XIV. O'ER the wide earth, on mountain and on plain. Dwells in the affections and the soul of man A Godhead, like the universal Pax; But more exalted, with a brighter train : XV. ON THE FINAL SUBMISSION OF THE TYROLESE. Ir was a mòral end for which they fought; Nor hath that moral good been raiuly sought ; Powers have they left, an impulse, and a claim XVI Hall, Zaragoza! If with unwet cyo Of more than martial courage in the breast M |