It is not to be Thought of that the Flood
When I have Borne in Memory what has Tamed
One Might Believe that Natural Miseries .
There is a Bondage Worse, Far Worse to Bear
These Times Touch Moneyed Worldlings with Dismay
England! the Time is Come when Thou should.t Wean
When Looking on the Present Face of Things,
Vanguard of Liberty, Ye Men of Kent
Shout, for a Mighty Victory is Won
Another Year! another Deadly Blow
Ode-Who Rises on the Banks of Seine
A Roman Master Stands on Grecian Ground
When, Far and Wide, Swift as the Beans of Morn
Clarkson! It was an Obstinate Hill to Climb
High Deeds, O Germans, are to Come from You
Clouds, Lingering Yet, Extend in Solid Bars
Go Back to Antique Ages, if Thine Eyes
Not Mid the World's Vain Objects! that Enslave
I Dropped My Pen; and Listened to the Wind
Of Mortal Parents is the Hero Born
Advance-Come Forth from Thy Tyrolean Ground
The Land We from Our Fathers Had in Trust
Alas! What Boots the Long, Laborious Quest
And is it Among Rude Untutored Dales
O'er the Wide Earth on Mountain and on Plain
On the Final Submission of the Tyrolese.
Say, what is Honour ?-'Tis the Finest Sense
The Martial Courage of a Day is Vain
Call not the Royal Swede Unfortunate
Look now on that Adventurer who hath Paid
Is there a Power that can Sustain and Cheer
Ah! where is Palafox? Nor Tongue nor Pen
In Due Observance of an Ancient Rite
Yet, yet, Biscayans! we must Meet our Foes
Oak of Guernica! Tree of Holier Power
We can Endure that He should Waste our Lands'