The liberator : his life and times, political and social . in sepulchral caves :—And let loves fond and reverential eyeAlone behold the star new risen in the sky! But can it be that well-known form is stark ! Can it be true that burning heart is chill ?Oh! can it be that twinkling eye is dark, And that great thunder-voice is hushed and still ?Never again upon the famous hill 1 Will he preside as monarch of the land,With myriad myriads subject to his will— Never again shall raise the powerful hand,To rouse, to warm, to check, to kindle, and command! The twinkling eye, so full of changeful light
The liberator : his life and times, political and social . in sepulchral caves :—And let loves fond and reverential eyeAlone behold the star new risen in the sky! But can it be that well-known form is stark ! Can it be true that burning heart is chill ?Oh! can it be that twinkling eye is dark, And that great thunder-voice is hushed and still ?Never again upon the famous hill 1 Will he preside as monarch of the land,With myriad myriads subject to his will— Never again shall raise the powerful hand,To rouse, to warm, to check, to kindle, and command! The twinkling eye, so full of changeful light, Is dimmed and darkened in a dread eclipse;The withering scowl—the smile so sunny bright, Alike have faded from his voiceless lips ;The words of power, the mirthful merry quips, The mighty onslaught, and the quick reply,The biting taunts that cut like stinging whips, The homely truth, the lessons grave and high,All—all are with the past, but cannot—shall not die! 1 The Hill of Tara, where the greatest of the monster meetings washeld. THE 2941
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