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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391668" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Wrath Of Loyalty</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">OCTOBER! tho' thy rugged brow,<br>No vivid wreaths entwine;<br>Tho' not for thee the zephyr blow,<br>Tho' not for thee the blossom glow,<br>Or skies unclouded shine:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tho' o'er thy dark and russet vest<br>No rainbow-colors play;<br>Tho' dim thine eye, tho' cold thy breast,<br>Yet be thou honor'd, be thou blest,<br>E'en more than youthful May!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No vernal suns illume thy day,<br>Fair star of joy! then brighter beam!<br>No forest-notes attend thy way,<br>Then strike the lyre, then make the lay,<br>To one inspiring theme!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy steps may blight the roseate plain,<br>Thy winds may chill the vale;<br>Yet, blooming 'midst thy shadowy train,<br>One radiant morn adorns thy reign; <br>Hail! dark October! hail!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thine is the day, to Britons dear,<br>That bids fair Albion dry the tear;<br>With myrtles wreath her victor-spear,<br>And ev'ry grief disown.<br>Oh! let a people's voice prolong,<br>Proud Loyalty's triumphal song;<br>And faith, and truth, and valor, throng<br>Around Britannia's throne!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That still their monarch's heart may feel<br>How sweet affections grateful zeal<br>Still kindle with the patriot flame,<br>And 'glory in a Briton's name!'<br>O name! by deeds emblazon'd high,<br>O name! exalted to the sky,<br>O name! ennobled by the free!<br>Thou sacred sovereign! worthy thee!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then wake, fairest Albion! awake to rejoice,<br>To the Pæan of rapture attuning thy voice,<br>And suspending thy war-song awhile!<br>Thou hast mourn'd for the great, thou hast wept o'er the brave,<br>Thou hast bent in despair o'er the Patriot's grave;<br>But now from thy bosom repressing the sigh,<br>Dispelling the tear from thy sun-darting eye,<br>Let ecstacy dawn in thy smile!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet the storm is around thee, the hurricane roars;<br>But Freedom and Loyalty dwell on thy shores,<br>Defending a Monarch ador'd!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They are true, they are dauntless, their bosoms are mail;<br>In vain may Ambition their fortress assail;<br>And bright is their streamer that plays on the breeze<br>And crimsons the wave, as it floats o'er the seas,<br>And keen is their fire-flashing sword!<br>Thy oak shall be firm till the tempest is past;<br>Majestic it rises, disdaining the blast,<br>It is proud, independent, supreme!<br>The nations around thee are cheerless in night,<br>And hope has extinguished her quivering light!<br>But the sun-beam of heaven on thy bosom shall rest, <br>And the planet of freedom be bright in the west,<br>Where its ray shall eternally stream!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou art like the fair vales, with exuberance crown'd,<br>Embosom'd in Appenines, cheerless around,<br>Where dwells Desolation alone!<br>Thou art like the proud laurel, still blooming and green,<br>When verdure and life have deserted the scene:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou art like a tall column, unmoulder'd by time,<br>That rises 'midst ruins, imperial, sublime,<br>So firm is thy rock-pillar'd throne!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet the storm is around thee, the hurricane roars;<br>But valor and loyalty dwell on thy shores,<br>And long may the guardians remain!<br>Firm, ardent, intrepid, oh! long may they stand,<br>The sabre of justice and truth in their hand:<br>Then the fire-flag of rapine may blaze thro' the air,<br>The torch of invasion, a comet, may glare,<br>And the war-tempest threaten—in vain!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Monarch of Albion! ador'd by the free!<br>O temple of Liberty! queen of the sea!<br>What Briton but worships your name?<br>And where is the spirit that burns not with pride,<br>For a country to freedom, to glory allied?<br>And who would not kindle, exulting in death,<br>And triumph, and glow, in resigning his breath,<br>For a King, for a land, so exalted in fame?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes! ye bands of noble fire,<br>Dauntless on the plain!<br>Ye, who firm, in danger try'd,<br>Thought on England ere ye died,<br>Mingling blood with Tajo's tide;<br>Ye, whose memory shall inspire,<br>Many a bard and many a lyre,<br>Songs of Spain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Heroes of Corunna's field!<br>Ye, who perish'd there,<br>Be your names for ever dear!<br>Yes! tho' dew'd with many a tear,<br>Yet triumphal was your bier!<br>Who like you the sword could wield?<br>Deathless trophies grace your shield,<br>Bright and fair!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ye, who purchas'd, ere ye fell,<br>Talavera's crown!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sainted spirits of the brave,<br>Lo! immortal o'er your grave,<br>Glory's amaranth shall wave!<br>Who your gallant deeds may tell?<br>Who may ring your thrilling knell?<br>High renown!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Faithful friends, who mourn sincere,<br>Where the brave repose;<br>Cold and low the mighty sleep.<br>Yes! ye well may sadly weep,<br>Well desponding vigils keep!<br>Yet shall kindling pride be near,<br>Yet shall triumph gild the tear<br>Love bestows!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By the patriot's holy flame,<br>Of transcendent rays;<br>Lyre! by thy sublimest chord,<br>Freedom! by thy shrine ador'd,<br>Honor! by thy radiant sword,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O'er the heroes lofty name,<br>Shall the noon-tide sun of fame<br>Deathless blaze!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then let thy tear, O Albion! Shed<br>Its dew-balm o'er the valiant dead,<br>(A tear so sad, and yet so proud!)<br>But let the smile thine eye illume,<br>But let thy cheek the smile resume,<br>As the bright rainbow's vivid bloom<br>Streams o'er the parting cloud!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And form, thy sovereign's brow to shade,<br>A diadem that shall not fade,<br>A wreath, of glow eternal!<br>And there the British oak may shine,<br>And there let Mercy's palm entwine,<br>And Science there her bays combine,<br>That ever shall be vernal!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And come! ye forms of towering mien,<br>In graceful dignity serene;<br>Ye fearless guardians of the state,<br>Superior to the storms of fate!<br>And round the British throne attending,<br>Its arms, its fame, its cause defending;<br>There, firm in faith, united stand,<br>Invincible, immortal band!<br>Thou, Freedom! with the lightning-eye,<br>Be there! unfurl thy flag on high,<br>And all thy mounting soul impart!<br>And bid thy living flame expand,<br>Warm, bright, ethereal, o'er the land.—<br>Rise, Freedom! rise, with all thy fires,<br>When Britain's throne thine aid requires<br>Come! in thy proud, refulgent car,<br>Whose beam is Albion's guiding star;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And wave that sabre, dazzling bright,<br>Pure, hallow'd, spotless, as the light;<br>Whose ray for us a sun-beam glows,<br>Whose flash is lightning on our foes!<br>Be near, majestic maid! be near,<br>Hope in thine eye and justice on thy spear!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And thou, Fidelity! thou angel-form,<br>True in the combat, stedfast in the storm;<br>Whose truth shall beam, celestial, constant, pure,<br>And 'midst the fiery ordeal, smile secure;<br>Thou! with a cincture of Asbestos wove,<br>Thou queen of friendship, and thou guide of love!<br>Seraph, be there! impart thy sacred aid,<br>Be there! Britannia's glowing soul pervade!<br>Unite each heart by thy unchanging laws,<br>Firm, loyal, bold, in one transcendent cause!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Valor! thou, whose burning soul,<br>Kindles, mounts, beyond control;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou! whose ardor death defies;<br>Rushing to th' immortal prize;<br>Monarch of the conquering spear,<br>Dauntless on thy proud career;<br>Stern defiance on thy crest,<br>Melting mercy in thy breast;<br>Thou! with arms emblazon'd fair,<br>King of Danger!—be thou there!<br>Bid thy votaries round thee throng,<br>Wake thy boldest martial song!<br>Sing in proud, triumphant lay,<br>Agincourt's victorious day!<br>Sing the chief of Acre's fame,<br>Sing of Maida's brilliant name!<br>Sing Vimeira's high renown,<br>Talavera's recent crown!<br>Be thou there! With kindling eye,<br>Peril, toil, and foes defy;<br>Raise thy beamy falchion high,<br>Wave thy banner to the sky!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sound thy clarion thro' the air,<br>Bid thy ardent sons be there!<br>Be their watch-word in the fight,<br>'Brunswick and Albion! Liberty and Right!!!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With thee be Fortitude, whose awful mien,<br>Tow'rs in the blast, collected and serene!<br>Queen of the cliff! thy look sublimely braves<br>Fate's wint'ry blast, affliction's mountain-waves;<br>Thy lofty heart, secure in ten-fold mail, <br>Misfortune's arrows may in vain assail!<br>'Tis thine unchang'd, to meet, with proud disdain,<br>The spectre-forms of danger and of pain!<br>In glory's track undaunted to proceed,<br>To smile and suffer—to exult—and bleed!<br>Derive new spirit from the tempest rude,<br>And rise august—exalted—unsubdu'd!<br>And thou, fair Loyalty! be still enshrin'dIn every manly heart, each-patriot-mind:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lo! in Religion's fane I see thee bend,<br>I hear thy prayer on fervor's wing ascend!<br>(While the warm tear-drop glitters on thy cheek,<br>While faith and hope thy melting eyes bespeak.)<br>'Sovereign of kings! whose high decree<br>Controls the storm, subdues the sea!<br>Who giv'st thy scourge Ambition, pow'r<br>To spread dismay, his destin'd hour;<br>To win his blood-stain'd, regal prize,<br>To reign, to ravage, to chastise;<br>Look down! on him in mercy smile, <br>The Monarch of the favor'd Isle!<br>Undimm'd, unclouded by regret,<br>May his mild star in glory set!<br>And peace and joy, with softest ray,<br>Illume his calm declining day!<br>Oh! long extend his hallow'd reign,<br>Oh! long his throne august, maintain!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when, a mourner o'er his bier,<br>Sad Albion pours the filial tear;<br>Around may guardian-seraphs wait,<br>And waft him to a happier state;<br>Conduct him to a brighter throne,<br>A realm of peace, a fairer crown;<br>Enrich'd with many a spotless gem,<br>Virtue's illustrious diadem!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Felicia+Dorothea+Hemans">Felicia Dorothea Hemans</a><div class=q>
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