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And bade the trembler rise and live,
To tell thro' distant years how Britons can forgive!
To tell thro' distant years how Britons can forgive!
Shall he, the gallant and the young,
Drop from his high career unsung?
Ye Muses, no,
The living glow
Which fills your sacred strains was giv'n,
To snatch from Lethe's chilling wave
The well-earned honours of the brave,
And bid his name survive below,
Whom Destiny, with sudden blow,
Untimely sent to heaven!
Drop from his high career unsung?
Ye Muses, no,
The living glow
Which fills your sacred strains was giv'n,
To snatch from Lethe's chilling wave
The well-earned honours of the brave,
And bid his name survive below,
Whom Destiny, with sudden blow,
Untimely sent to heaven!
Mighty La Plata's giant shore
Shook at the British lion's roar,
And wild the death-star gleam'd,
And wide,
Slaughter pour'd a crimson tide;
Shook at the British lion's roar,
And wild the death-star gleam'd,
And wide,
Slaughter pour'd a crimson tide;
