EPIGRAMS.
Oh, Castlereagh! thou art a patriot now;
Cato died for his country, so did'st thou:
He perished rather than see Rome enslaved,
Thou cut'st thy throat that Britain may be saved!
So Castlereagh has cut his throat!—The worst
Of this is,—that his own was not the first.
So He has cut his throat at last!—He! Who?
The man who cut his country's long ago.
?August, 1822.
[First published, The Liberal, No. I. October 18, 1822, p. 164.]
THE CONQUEST.[129]
The Son of Love and Lord of War I sing;
Him who bade England bow to Normandy,
And left the name of Conqueror more than King
To his unconquerable dynasty.
Not fanned alone by Victory's fleeting wing,
He reared his bold and brilliant throne on high;
The Bastard kept, like lions, his prey fast,
And Britain's bravest Victor was the last.