There lies my Land, with hasty pulse and hard,
Her ancient beauty marr’d,
And, in her cold and aimless roving sight,
Horror of light....”
In the sixth ode, entitled “Peace,” he returns to this theme:
“O England, how hast thou forgot,
In dullard care for undisturbed increase
Of gold, which profits not,
The gain which once thou knew’st was for thy peace!
Honor is peace, the peace which does accord