In godlike Greece—but fell before her flower!
Hope’s chained chasse-marées and gigantic boom
Shall ope a pathway to extend my dower
To Nations suffering ’neath despotic doom,
And o’er the dashing surge shall roll the cannon’s womb.
XXX.
“And next at Orthez from its Roman camp
Thou’lt baffle Soult upon his convex hill,
His ardour ev’n ’mid seeming victory damp,
And pour thy Picton’s veterans, matchless still,