XXXV. ON THE SAME OCCASION. YE Storms, resound the praises of your King! Knit the blithe dance upon the soft green grass; With feet, hands, eyes, looks, lips, report your gain; Whisper it to the billows of the main, And to the aërial zephyrs as they pass, That old decrepit Winter-He hath slain That Host, which rendered all your bounties vain! XXXVI. By Moscow self-devoted to a blaze She gave, if Faith might tread the beaten ways Of Providence. But now did the Most High Exalt his still small voice ;-to quell that Host Gathered his power, a manifest ally; He, whose heaped waves confounded the proud boast Of Pharaoh, said to Famine, Snow, and Frost, "Finish the strife by deadliest victory!" XXXVII. THE GERMANS ON THE HEIGHTS OF HOCKHEIM. ABRUPTLY paused the strife ;-the field throughout That through the texture of yon azure dome The barrier Rhine hath flashed, through battle-smoke, -Fly, wretched Gauls! ere they the charge renew Who have seen themselves now casting off the yoke-The unconquerable Stream his course pursue. XXXVIII. NOVEMBER, 1813. Now that all hearts are glad, all faces bright, And lamentably wrapt in twofold night, Whom no weak hopes deceived; whose mind ensued, Through perilous war, with regal fortitude, Peace that should claim respect from lawless Might. Dread King of Kings, vouchsafe a ray divine Permit his heart to kindle, and to embrace XXXIX. FEELINGS OF A FRENCH ROYALIST, ON THE IISINTERMENT OF THE REMAINS OF THE DUKE D'ENGHIEN. DEAR Reliques! from a pit of vilest mould Of Justice sent to earth from highest Heaven! |