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I	A
Whither is Europe's ancient spirit fled	B
Where are those valiant tenants of her shore	C
Who from the warrior bow the strong dart sped	B
Or with firm hand the rapid pole ax bore	C
Freeman and soldier was their common name	D
Who late with reapers to the furrow came	D
Now in the front of battle charg'd the foe	E
Who taught the steer the wintry plough to indure	C
Now in full councils check'd incroaching power	C
And gave the guardian laws their majesty to know	E
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II	A
But who are ye from Ebro's loitering sons	F
To Tiber's pageants to the sports of Seine	G
From Rhine's frail palaces to Danube's thrones	F
And cities looking on the Cimbric main	H
Ye lost ye self deserted whose proud lords	F
Have baffled your tame hands and given your swords	F
To slavish ruffians hir'd for their command	I
These at some greedy monk's or harlot's nod	J
See rifled nations crouch beneath their rod	J
These are the public will the reason of the land	I
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III	A
Thou heedless Albion what alas the while	K
Dost thou presume O inexpert in arms	F
Yet vain of freedom how dost thou beguile	K
With dreams of hope these near and loud alarms	F
Thy splendid home thy plan of laws renown'd	L
The praise and envy of the nations round	L
What care hast thou to guard from fortune's sway	M
Amid the storms of war how soon may all	N
The lofty pile from its foundations fall	N
Of ages the proud toil the ruin of a day	M
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IV	E
No thou art rich thy streams and fertile vales	F
Add industry's wise gifts to nature's store	C
And every port is crouded with thy sails	F
And every wave throws treasure on thy shore	C
What boots it If luxurious plenty charm	O
Thy selfish heart from glory if thy arm	O
Shrink at the frowns of danger and of pain	H
Those gifts that treasure is no longer thine	P
Oh rather far be poor Thy gold will shine	P
Tempting the eye of force and deck thee to thy bane	H
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V	E
But what hath force or war to do with thee	E
Girt by the azure tide and thron'd sublime	Q
Amid thy floating bulwarks thou canst see	E
With scorn the fury of each hostile clime	Q
Dash'd ere it reach thee Sacred from the foe	E
Are thy fair fields athwart thy guardian prow	C
No bold invader's foot shall tempt the strand	I
Yet say my country will the waves and wind	R
Obey thee Hast thou all thy hopes resign'd	R
To the sky's fickle faith the pilot's wavering hand	I
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VI	E
For oh may neither fear nor stronger love	E
Love by thy virtuous princes nobly won	S
Thee last of many wretched nations move	E
With mighty armies station'd round the throne	T
To trust thy safety Then farewell the claims	F
Of freedom Her proud records to the flames	F
Then bear an offering at ambition's shrine	P
Whate'er thy ancient patriots dar'd demand	I
From furious John's or faithless Charles's hand	I
Or what great William seal'd for his adopted line	P
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VII	E
But if thy sons be worthy of their name	Q
If liberal laws with liberal hearts they prize	F
Let them from conquest and from servile shame	Q
In war's glad school their own protectors rise	F
Ye chiefly heirs of Albion's cultur'd plains	F
Ye leaders of her bold and faithful swains	F
Now not unequal to your birth be found	L
The public voice bids arm your rural state	U
Paternal hamlets for your ensigns wait	U
And grange and fold prepare to pour their youth around	L
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VIII	E
Why are ye tardy what inglorious care	C
Detains you from their head your native post	V
Who most their country's fame and fortune share	C
'Tis theirs to share her toils her perils most	V
Each man his task in social life sustains	F
With partial labours with domestic gains	F
Let others dwell to you indulgent heaven	S
By counsel and by arms the public cause	F
To serve for public love and love's applause	F
The first imployment far the noblest hire hath given	S
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IX	F
Have ye not heard of Laced mon's fame	Q
Of Attic chiefs in freedom's war divine	P
Of Rome's dread generals the Valerian name	Q
The Fabian sons the Scipios matchless line	P
Your lot was theirs the farmer and the swain	H
Met his lov'd patron's summons from the plain	H
The legions gather'd the bright eagles flew	W
Barbarian monarchs in the triumph mourn'd	X
The conquerors to their houshold gods return'd	Y
And fed Calabrian flocks and steer'd the Sabine plough	E
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X	F
Shall then this glory of the antique age	Z
This pride of men be lost among mankind	R
Shall war's heroic arts no more ingage	Z
The unbought hand the unsubjected mind	R
Doth valour to the race no more belong	A2
No more with scorn of violence and wrong	A2
Doth forming nature now her sons inspire	C
That like some mystery to few reveal'd	B2
The skill of arms abash'd and aw'd they yield	B2
And from their own defence with hopeless hearts retire	C
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XI	F
O shame to human life to human laws	F
The loose adventurer hireling of a day	M
Who his fell sword without affection draws	F
Whose God whose country is a tyrant's pay	M
This man the lessons of the field can learn	C2
Can every palm which decks a warrior earn	C2
And every pledge of conquest while in vain	H
To guard your altars your paternal lands	F
Are social arms held out to your free hands	F
Too arduous is the lore too irksome were the pain	H
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XII	F
Meantime by pleasure's lying tales allur'd	D2
From the bright sun and living breeze ye stray	M
And deep in London's gloomy haunts immur'd	D2
Brood o'er your fortune's freedom's health's decay	M
O blind of choice and to yourselves untrue	W
The young grove shoots their bloom the fields renew	W
The mansion asks its lord the swains their friend	D2
While he doth riot's orgies haply share	C
Or tempt the gamester's dark destroying snare	C
Or at some courtly shrine with slavish incense bend	D2
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XIII	F
And yet full oft your anxious tongues complain	H
That lawless tumult prompts the rustic throng	A2
That the rude village inmates now disdain	H
Those homely ties which rul'd their fathers long	A2
Alas your fathers did by other arts	F
Draw those kind ties around their simple hearts	F
And led in other paths their ductile will	E2
By succour faithful counsel courteous cheer	C
Won them the ancient manners to revere	C
To prize their country's peace and heaven's due rites fulfill	E2
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XIV	E
But mark rhe judgement of experienc'd Time	Q
Tutor of nations Doth light discord tear	C
A state and impotent sedition's crime	Q
The powers of warlike prudence dwell not there	C
The powers who to command and to obey	M
Instruct the valiant There would civil sway	M
The rising race to manly concord tame	Q
Oft let the marshal'd field their steps unite	D2
And in glad splendor bring before their sight	D2
One common cause and one hereditary fame	Q
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XV	E
Nor yet be aw'd nor yet your task disown	T
Though war's proud votaries look on severe	C
Though secrets taught erewhile to them alone	T
They deem profan'd by your intruding ear	C
Let them in vain your martial hope to quell	F2
Of new refinements fiercer weapons tell	F2
And mock the old simplicity in vain	H
To the time's warfare simple or refin'd	D2
The time itself adapts the warrior's mind	D2
And equal prowess still shall equal palms obtain	H
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XVI	E
Say then if England's youth in earlier days	F
On glory's field with well train'd armies vy'd	D2
Why shall they now renounce that generous praise	F
Why dread the foreign mercenary's pride	D2
Though Valois brav'd young Edward's gentle hand	D2
And Albret rush'd on Henry's way worn band	D2
With Europe's chosen sons in arms renown'd	D2
Yet not on Vere's bold archers long they look'd	D2
Nor Audley's squires nor Mowbray's yeomen brook'd	D2
They saw their standard fall and left their monarch bound	D2
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XVII	E
Such were the laurels which your fathers won	S
Such glory's dictates in their dauntless breast	D2
Is there no voice that speaks to every son	S
No nobler holier call to You address'd	D2
O by majestic freedom righteous laws	F
By heavenly truth's by manly reason's cause	F
Awake attend be indolent no more	C
By friendship social peace domestic love	E
Rise arm your country's living safety prove	E
And train her valiant youth and watch around her sh	G2