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From court intrigue, from bickering

faction far ; Beneath the chestnut-tree Love's tale was

told,

And to the tinkling of the light guitar, Sweet stoop'd the western sun, sweet rose the evening star.

XXXVI.
S that sea-cloud, in size like human

hand,
When first from Carmel by the Tishbite

seen, Came slowly over-shadowing Israel's land, A while, perchance, bedeck'd with

colours sheen, While yet the sun-beams on its skirts had

been, i Limning with purple and with gold its

shroud, Till darker folds obscured the blue

serene,

And blotted heaven with one broad sable in cloud,

Then sheeted 'rain burst down, and whirlwinds howl'd aloud :

XXXVII.
HOVEN so, upon that peaceful scene was
V pour'd,
Like gathering clouds, full many a

foreign band, And HE, their Leader, wore in sheath his

sword, And offer'd peaceful front and open

hand, Veiling the perjured treachery he plann'd, By friendship’s zeal and honour's specious

guise, Until he won the passes of the land ; Then burst were honour's oath, and

friendship’s ties ! He clutch'd his vulture grasp, and call'd fair Spain his prize.

XXXVIII. AN Iron Crown his anxious forehead

u

bore ;

And well such diadem his heart became, Who, ne'er his purpose for remorse gave

o'er, Or check'd his course for piety or

shame; Who, train'd a soldier, deem'd a soldier's

fame Might flourish in the wreath of battles

won, Though neither truth nor honour deck'd

his name; Who, placed by fortune on a Monarch's

throne, Reck'd not of Monarch's faith, or Mercy's kingly tone.

XXXIX. AEROM a rude isle his ruder lineage

came,

The spark, that, from a suburb-hovel's

hearth Ascending, wraps some capital in flame,

Hath not a meaner or more sordid birth. And for the soul that bade him waste the

earth

The sable land-flood from some swamp

obscure, That poisons the glad husband-field with

dearth, And by destruction bids its fame

endure, Hath not a source more sullen, stagnant, and

impure.

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Her limbs like mist, her torch like meteor

show'd, With which she beckon'd him through

fight and storm, And all he crushd that cross'd his

desperate road, Nor thought, nor fear’d, nor look'd on

what he trod. Realms could not glut his pride, blood

could not slake, So oft as e'er she shook her torch

abroad

It was AMBITION bade her terrors

wake, Nor deign'd she, as of yore, a milder form to

take.

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Or staid her hand for conquer'd foe

man's moan; As when, the fates of aged Rome to

change, By Cæsar's side she cross'd the

Rubicon. Nor joy'd she to bestow the spoils she

won, As when the banded powers of Greece

were task'd To war beneath the youth of Macedon : No seemly veil her modern minion

ask'd, He saw her hideous face, and loved the fiend

unmask'd,

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