. The book of ballads . very teeth my standard will I rear—Ay, well that ashen cheek of thine may blanch and shrmk with fear!To-morrow nig-ht another town shall sink in ghastly flames ;And as I crossed the Borodin, so shall I cross the Thames! ThouIt seize me, wilt thou, ere the dawn? Weak lordHng, do thy worst!These hands ere now have broke thy chains, thy fetters they have , wouldst thou know my resting-place ? Behold, t is written there!And let thy coward myrmidons approach me if they dare! n THE BOOK OF BALLADS. 91 Il, Another pinch, another stride—he passes through the door— % Wa
. The book of ballads . very teeth my standard will I rear—Ay, well that ashen cheek of thine may blanch and shrmk with fear!To-morrow nig-ht another town shall sink in ghastly flames ;And as I crossed the Borodin, so shall I cross the Thames! ThouIt seize me, wilt thou, ere the dawn? Weak lordHng, do thy worst!These hands ere now have broke thy chains, thy fetters they have , wouldst thou know my resting-place ? Behold, t is written there!And let thy coward myrmidons approach me if they dare! n THE BOOK OF BALLADS. 91 Il, Another pinch, another stride—he passes through the door— % Was it a phantom or a man was standing on the floor ? And could that be the Emperor that moved before my eyes ?Ah, 3es! too sure it was himself, for here the paper lies I \\ith trembling hands, Lord Castlereagh undid the mystic glassy eye essayed to read, for fear was on his soul—• Whats here ?—At Astleys, every night, the play of Mos-cows Fall !Napoleox, for the thousandth time, by Mr. Gomersal !.
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