But from delay the summer calms were past.
| 1802 | |
| We gazed with terror on the gloomy sleep Of them that perished in the whirlwind's sweep, | 1798 |
We gazed with terror on the gloomy sleep
Of them that perished in the whirlwind's sweep,
| Oh! dreadful price of being to resign All that is dear in being! better far In Want's most lonely cave till death to pine, Unseen, unheard, unwatched by any star; Or in the streets and walks where proud men are, Better our dying bodies to obtrude, Than dog-like, wading at the heels of war, Protract a curst existence, with the brood That lap (their very nourishment!) their brother's blood. | Only in the editions of 1798 and 1800. |
Oh! dreadful price of being to resign
All that is dear in being! better far
In Want's most lonely cave till death to pine,
Unseen, unheard, unwatched by any star;
Or in the streets and walks where proud men are,
Better our dying bodies to obtrude,
Than dog-like, wading at the heels of war,
Protract a curst existence, with the brood
That lap (their very nourishment!) their brother's blood.