The Son of Love and Lord of War
Him who bade England bow to Norma
And left the name of conqueror mor
To his unconquerable dynasty.
Not fann’d alone by Victory’s fle

'I lay my branch of laurel down.
Then thus to form Apollo’s crown.
Let every other bring his own.'~L
‘I lay my branch of laurel down.’
Thou ‘lay thy branch of laurel dow

My hair is grey, but not with year
Nor grew it white
In a single night,
As men’s have grown from sudden fe
My limbs are bow’d, though not wit

Eternal Spirit of the chainless M
Brightest in dungeons, Liberty, t
For there thy habitation is the he
The heart which love of thee alone
And when thy sons to fetters are c

Could Love for ever
Run like a river,
And Time’s endeavour
Be tried in vain ­
No other pleasure

‘Away, away, your fleeting arts
May now betray some simpler hearts
And you will smile at their believ
And they shall weep at your deceiv
ANSWER TO THE FOREGO

‘But if any old lady, knight, prie
Should condemn me for printing a s
If good Madam Squintum my work sh
May I venture to give her a smack
CANDOUR compels me, BECHER!

This faint resemblance of thy char
(Though strong as mortal art could
My constant heart of fear disarms,
Revives my hopes, and bids me live
Here, I can trace the locks of go

Remind me not, remind me not,
Of those beloved, those vanish’d h
When all my soul was given to thee
Hours that may never be forgot,
Till Time unnerves our vital powe

The Serfs are glad through Lara’s
And slavery half forgets her feuda
He, their unhoped, but unforgotten
The long self-exiled chieftain is
There be bright faces in the busy