IN one great now, superior to an age, The full extremes of Nature's force we find; How heavenly virtue can exalt, or rage Infernal, how degrade the human mind. While the fierce monk does at his trial stand, He chews revenge, abjuring his offence; Guile in his tongue, and murder in his hand, He stabs his judge to prove his innocence. The guilty stroke and torture of the steel Infixed, our dauntless Briton scarce perceives; The wounds his country from his death must feel, The patriot views, for those alone he grieves. The barbarous rage that durst attempt thy life, Harley, great counsellor, extends thy fame; And the sharp point of cruel Guiscard's knife, In brass and marble carves thy deathless name. Faithful asserter of thy country's cause, Britain with tears shall bathe thy glorious wound; She for thy safety shall enlarge her laws, And in her statutes shall thy worth be found. Yet midst her sighs she triumphs, on the hand Reflecting, that diffused the public woe; A stranger to her altars, and her land; No son of hers could meditate this blow. Meantime thy pain is gracious Anna's care; Our queen, our saint, with sacrificing breath, Softens thy anguish; in her powerful prayer She pleads thy service, and forbids thy death. Great as thou art, thou canst demand no more, O breast bewailed by earth, preserved by heaven! No higher can aspiring virtue soar; Enough to thee of grief, and fame is given. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POET'S CORNER by ALFRED AUSTIN LINES TO A TEAPOT by JOANNA BAILLIE IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: FAREWELL DARK by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT COMFORTERS by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN GLIMPSES OF CHILDHOOD: 2. IN THE CHILDREN'S HOSPITAL by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |