The Library of historic characters and famous events of all nations . d dishonord live !—with blasted name,The Romans triumph not to grace, but slave in spirit! bitter be thy tenfold anguish to avenge my pain!Still may the Manes of thy children riseTo chase calm slumber from thy wearied eyes;Still may their voices on the haunted airIn fearful whispers tell thee to vain remorse thy witherd heart consume,Scourged by relentless shadows of the tomb !Een now my sons shall die—and thou, their sire,In bondage safe, shalt yet in them thou I love them not?
The Library of historic characters and famous events of all nations . d dishonord live !—with blasted name,The Romans triumph not to grace, but slave in spirit! bitter be thy tenfold anguish to avenge my pain!Still may the Manes of thy children riseTo chase calm slumber from thy wearied eyes;Still may their voices on the haunted airIn fearful whispers tell thee to vain remorse thy witherd heart consume,Scourged by relentless shadows of the tomb !Een now my sons shall die—and thou, their sire,In bondage safe, shalt yet in them thou I love them not?—Twas thine to fly—Tis mine with these to suffer and to their fate ! the arms that cannot saveHave been their cradle, and shall be their grave. Bright in her hand the lifted dagger from her childrens hearts the life-blood streamsWith frantic laugh she clasps them to her breast,Whose woes and passions soon shall be at rest;Lifts one appealing, frenzied glance on deep midst rolling flames is lost to mortal eye. —F. He
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