The Sorrows Of Switzerland Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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THE SORROWS OF SWITZERLAND	A
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PART FIRST	B
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Why art thou come man of despair and blood	C
To these green vales and streams o'erhung with wood	D
These hills where far from life's discordant throng	E
The lonely goat maid chaunts her matin song	E
This sylvan glen where age in peace reclines	F
Soothed by the whisper of his native pines	F
Where in the twilight of his closing days	G
Upon the glimmering lake he loves to gaze	G
And like his life sees on the shadowy flood	C
The still sweet eve descending Man of blood	C
Break not his holy musings Innocence	H
And peace these vales inhabit Hie thee hence	I
To the waste wilderness the mournful main	J
To caves where silence and deep stillness reign	J
Where God's eye only can the gloom pervade	K
And shroud thy visage in their dreariest shade	K
Or if these scenes so beauteous may impart	L
A momentary softness to thine heart	L
Let nature plead plead for a guiltless land	M
Ere yet thou lift'st the desolating brand	M
Ere yet thou bidst the peaceful echoes swell	N
With havoc's shouts and many a mingled yell	N
Pause yet a moment By the beard	O
Of him whose eyes to heaven are reared	O
By her who frantic lifts her helpless hand	M
By those poor little ones that speechless stand	M
If thou hast nature in thee oh relent	P
Nor crush the lowly shed of virtue and content	P
No golden shrines can tempt thy plunder here	Q
No jealous castles their dark turrets rear	R
Peeping at dawn among the mountain vines	F
The village pastor's simple mansion shines	F
Beneath the tower the music of whose bells	S
Soft o'er the azure lake each Sabbath swells	S
No lighted halls that blaze till morn reply	T
To sounds of proud voluptuous revelry	U
But one sweet pipe by lingering lover played	K
Cheers the dim valley as the day tints fade	K
Whilst 'mid the rocks the torrents and the trees	V
Her little world with pride affection sees	V
Survey the prospect well Soldier dost thou	W
Thy blood red plumage waving o'er thy brow	W
Bid the poor villagers who in the shed	X
Of their forefathers eat their virtuous bread	X
To hard oppression bend the prostrate knee	U
Or learn benevolence and love from thee	U
And dost thou talk of freedom Freedom here	Q
Lifted with death denouncing frown her spear	R
Here joining her loud voice's solemn call	Y
To the deep thunders of the waterfall	Y
She hailed her chosen home these dark woods rang	Z
As her bold war song on the rocks she sang	Z
At once a thousand banners to the air	A2
Streaming a thousand falchions brandished bare	A2
Proclaimed her sons' dread homage We will die	T
Or live thy children holiest Liberty	U
Oh think of this Alas the voice is vain	J
Poor injured land thy brave thy blameless train	J
Thy lovely landscapes bursting bright around	B2
Thy gleam that echoed every cheering sound	B2
Thy rocks that gleamed with many a high hung cot	C2
And Freedom's holy name avail thee not	C2
Then rise insulted country in despair	A2
Lift thy brave arm so terrible and swear	A2
Swear thou wilt never sheathe the avenging steel	D2
Till thou hast made the fell invader feel	D2
How vain the terrors of his glittering crest	E2
How warm the flame that fires a patriot's breast	E2
How nerved their arm opposed to tenfold might	F2
Who for the dearest hopes their homes their offspring fight	F2
And hark even now methought stern Freedom called	G2
From the wild shores of rocky Underwald	G2
Rush like the mountain avalanche on those	H2
Who foes to you my sons are Virtue's foes	H2
Lo where the legions of insulting France	I2
Already on your ravaged plains advance	I2
See your pale daughters they for mercy plead	G2
Behold your white haired sires they sink they bleed	G2
Oh yet your patriot energies unite	G2
To quell the insolent oppressor's might	G2
Behold the scene where your forefathers broke	J2
And sternly trampled on the Austrian yoke	J2
Behold the spot where the undaunted band	G2
First met and clasping each his brother's hand	G2
Bade the Almighty hear their solemn vow	W
That never should their injured country bow	W
A slave then lifted in the midnight air	A2
Their spears whilst the dun rocks echoed We swear	A2
Think that the dead behold you He whose bow	W
Laid the grim tyrant of these valleys low	K2
On yonder eminence yet seems to stand	G2
To you he dimly wares his awful hand	G2
Go forth my sons in each bold bosom swell	N
The injured spirit of another Tell	N
And rush like yon huge avalanche on those	H2
Who foes to you are Freedom's Virtue's foes	H2
So Freedom spake she stood august and high	T
Like a pale meteor shone her troubled eye	T
She smote her shield and with indignant look	L2
More awful her uplifted war spear shook	L2
From many a wild and woodland solitude	G2
O'erhung with snowy silvered mountains rude	G2
From glassy lakes or where the brawling brook	L2
Wells sparkling through some beech embowered nook	L2
From scattered chalets decked with mantling vines	F
Above whose blue smoke wave the impending pines	F
From many a covert green or gleaming rock	M2
The bold defenders of their country flock	M2
Upon a cliff that at gray morning throws	H2
Its shadow o'er the deep clear lake's repose	H2
Their gallant leader stands Children he cries	N2
And one sad tear drop gathers in his eyes	N2
Their arms prevail Helvetia mourns in vain	J
Bound by the ruthless victor's galling chain	J
We only 'mid these rocky ramparts find	G2
Brief shelter from the vultures of mankind	G2
Hither they speed their desolating sway	O2
They flap their bloody pinions o'er their prey	O2
But we have hearts my brethren and we know	K2
What to our country and our God we owe	K2
And we have arms arms that may make them rue	P2
Though rude our ramparts our defenders few	P2
The hour when they assailed this last retreat	G2
Feel we our hearts beat high our pulses beat	G2
Death calls us yet oh lowly let us bend	G2
And pray to Him who is the poor man's friend	G2
That he would guard our orphans when we bleed	G2
And shield them in the bitter hour of need	G2
Now soldier let thy huge artillery roar	Q2
Thy marshalled columns flash along the shore	Q2
Thy armed transports with long shadow ride	G2
Terrific o'er the lake's once tranquil tide	G2
And thy loud trumpets bray as in disdain	J
Of the poor tenants of the snowy plain	J
They fear thee not they are oppression's foes	H2
Unscared thy march of carnage they oppose	H2
Though their fallen brethren have in vain withstood	G2
Though yet thy sword be red with their best blood	G2
Thy sword thy steeds thy legions they defy	T
And death is couched within their flashing eye	T
Age has new energies in traces weak	R2
An angry hectic rises on his cheek	R2
And as his time touched features kindling glow	K2
Lead me he cries yet lead me to the foe	K2
Stern manhood o'er his boy low murmuring bends	S2
Then as his deadly weapon he extends	S2
Proudly exclaims Freedom or death my son	T2
And thou O God of justice lead us on	U2
Hark with one shout they rush into the fight	G2
The pale foe shrinks before their gathering might	G2
Fragments of rocks in wild despair they wield	G2
And helms and shivered swords bestrew the field	G2
The frantic mother hushing every grief	V2
Joins the dread scene and to some plumed chief	V2
All pale with rage with desperation wild	G2
Cries as she smites his heart Hadst thou a child	G2
Unequal strife the scene of death is o'er	W2
Mother and child lie side by side in gore	Q2
When evening comes through the lone cottage pane	J
No light looks cheerful in the darkening plain	J
No soothing sounds stray the dim hills along	E
No home returning goat herd trills the song	E
At intervals wild accents of despair	A2
Or shouts are heard or dismal nightfires glare	A2
But all is dark and silent near yon heap	X2
Where the fallen heroes of the hamlet sleep	X2
Save that at times a hollow groan is heard	G2
Or melancholy cry of the night bird	G2
Save where some dog amid the scene of death	Y2
Moans as he watches yet his master's breath	Y2
Whilst with despair and love that seems to speak	R2
He licks the blood that stagnates on his cheek	R2
The morn looks through the hurrying clouds the air	A2
Sighs as it lifts at times the dead man's hair	A2
Upon those slaughtered heaps the cold stars shine	Z2
And Freedom sighs The triumph Gaul is thine	Z2
Now dawns the morn o'er vales with blood defiled	G2
Where late affection's sweetest pictures smiled	G2
O'er the still lake how sadly peals the bell	N
That sounds of every earthly hope the knell	N
Pale on the crimsoned snow without a home	A3
The sad survivors of that death storm roam	A3
Their infants outcast on the desert plain	J
Demand their mothers and their sires in vain	J
And when the red sun leaves the darkening sky	T
Amid those gory tracks sit down and sigh	T
Shores of Lucerne where many a winding bay	O2
Shone beauteous to the morn's returning ray	O2
Where rosy tints upon the blue lake shone	B3
And touched the rock with colours not their own	B3
Who now with eyes that swim in tenderness	C3
Those scenes to every virtue dear shall bless	D3
What pleasure now can the rich landscape yield	G2
The sparkling cataract the pendent field	G2
'Mid hoar declivities the sunny tower	W2
Peering o'er beeches that its roof embower	W2
And cottage tops with light smoke trailing slow	K2
O'er the gray vapours looming far below	K2
Who shall ascend proud Pilate's height and mark	E3
The motley clouds sail o'er the champagne dark	E3
Now breaking in fantastic forms and now	W
Dappling the distant promontory's brow	W
Then when the sun that lights the scene rides high	T
And far away the scattered volumes fly	T
Look up to the great God that rules the world	G2
By whom proud empires from their seats are hurled	G2
And feel a glow of holy gratitude	G2
That here 'mid hollow glens and mountains rude	G2
Far from Ambition's march and Discord's yell	N
Content with Love and Happiness should dwell	N
Who now along those banks shall listening stray	W2
When evening lights each inlet west away	W2
And hear the solitary boatman's oar	W2
Dip duly as he nears the shaded shore	W2
Or catch the whispers of the waterfall	Y
That through the ivied clefts swell musical	F3
These scenes these sounds could many a joy impart	G2
With sadness mixed The wandering youth whose heart	G2
Was sick with many sorrows resting here	W2
At such an hour forgot his starting tear	W2
He felt a pensive calm sweeter than sleep	X2
Steal gently o'er his aching breast the deep	X2
And clear repose of the unruffled lake	G3
His spirit seemed unconscious to partake	G3
And still the water as it whispered near	W2
Or high woods as they rustled soothed his ear	W2
Like the remembrance of a melody	G2
Heard in his infant happy years gone by	T
Now in his distant country when with tears	H3
The tale of ruffian violence he hears	I3
Hears that the spot which smiled with lovely gleam	J3
Like some sweet image of a tender dream	J3
Upon his morning path is drenched with gore	W2
Its harmless tenants weltering on the shore	W2
He will exclaim whilst from his breast he draws	K3
A deep deep sigh Avenge O God their cause	L3
Who would not sigh for Switzerland What heart	G2
That ever bore in human woes a part	G2
That ever felt affection's genuine flame	M3
That ever leaped at injured Freedom's name	M3
Would not for her dark foes feel honest hate	G2
And swell with indignation at her fate	G2
If thus her lot of sorrow have impressed	G2
Grief and resentment on a stranger's breast	G2
How must he hear the cruel tale of death	Y2
He who in these sad vales first drew his breath	Y2
'Tis his perhaps in distant climes to roam	A3
Far from the shelter of his early home	A3
Yet still as fancy paints the spot he sees	V
His father's cottage and the mountain trees	V
Again by the wild streams he seems to rove	N3
He hears the voice of her who won his love	O3
His heart's first love for her he prunes the vine	Z2
Whose clustering leaves the rustic porch entwine	Z2
The mountain's van together they ascend	G2
They see Alps piled on Alps far on extend	G2
They mark the casual sunshine light the mass	P3
Or vernal showers along the valley pass	P3
Whilst tinging the dark rocks more lovely glow	K2
The braided colours of heaven's humid bow	W
But now the maid he loved with whom all day	W2
He used in summer o'er the hills to stray	W2
The faithful maid he loved oh cold despair	W2
Freeze his warm life blood and that thrilling air	W2
Which erst he sang when all alive to joy	Q3
He carolled on the Alps a shepherd boy	Q3
Let him not hear it now lest tears quick start	G2
And madness harrow up his broken heart	G2
How touching was the simple strain The tear	W2
Of memory started when it met the ear	W2
And he whose front was rough with many a scar	W2
Whose bold heart bounded at the trump of war	W2
Stood all dissolved in sadness at its tone	B3
Remembering him of pleasant seasons gone	R3
Perhaps full many a heavy hour had passed	G2
Since in its native nooks he heard it last	G2
And when again its well known music thrilled	G2
A thousand thronging recollections filled	G2
His soul that sick with longing homeward roved	G2
Remote from scenes which most on earth he loved	G2
Cast on a world tempestuous bleak and wide	G2
More ardent for his once loved hills he sighed	G2
And sighed again to think how it might fare	W2
With sisters brothers friends and parents there	W2
For be its music and its name forgot	G2
The desert is his home and those he loved are not	G2
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PART SECOND	G2
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I was a child of sorrow when I passed	G2
Sweet country through your rocky valleys last	G2
For one whom I had loved whom I had pressed	G2
With honest ardent passion to my breast	G2
Was to another vowed I heard the tale	S3
And to the earth sank heartless faint and pale	S3
Till that sad hour when every hope had flown	B3
I thought she lived for me and me alone	B3
Yet did I not though pangs my heart must rend	G2
Prove to thy weakness a sustaining friend	G2
Did I not bid thee never never more	W2
Or think of me or mine As firm I swore	W2
To cast away the dream and bury deep	X2
As in oblivion of the dead man's sleep	X2
All that once soothed and from the soul to tear	W2
Each longing wish that youth had cherished there	W2
But when 'twas midnight to the woods I hied	G2
Despairing and with frantic anguish cried	G2
Oh had relentless death with instant dart	G2
Smitten and snatched thee from my bleeding heart	G2
Through life had niggard fortune bid us pine	Z2
And withered with despair thy hopes and mine	Z2
Yes yes I could have borne it but to see	G2
The accusing tear and know it falls for me	G2
Oh cease the thought a long and last farewell	N
We must forget nor shall my soul rebel	F3
Then to my country's cliffs I bade adieu	G2
And what my sad heart felt God only knew	G2
Helvetia thy rude scenes a drooping guest	G2
I sought and sorrowing sought a spot of rest	G2
Through many a mountain pass and shaggy vale	S3
I roamed an exile passion crazed and pale	S3
I saw your clouded heights sublime impend	G2
I heard your foaming cataracts descend	G2
And oft the rugged scene my heart endued	G2
With a strange sad distempered fortitude	G2
Oft on the lake's green marge I lay reclined	G2
Murmuring my moody fancies to the wind	G2
But when some hanging hamlet I surveyed	G2
A wood cot peeping in the sheltered glade	G2
A tear perforce would steal and as my eye	T
Fondly reverted to the days gone by	T
How blest I cried remote from every care	W2
To rest with her we loved forgotten there	W2
Then soft methought from the sequestered grove	N3
I heard the song of happiness and love	O3
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Come to these scenes of peace	T3
Where to rivers murmuring	U3
The sweet birds all the summer sing	U3
Where cares and toil and sadness cease	T3
Stranger does thy heart deplore	W2
Friends whom thou wilt see no more	W2
Does thy wounded spirit prove	V3
Pangs of hopeless severed love	O3
Thee the stream that gushes clear	W2
Thee the birds that carol near	W2
Shall soothe as silent thou dost lie	T
And dream of their wild lullaby	T
Come to bless these scenes of peace	T3
Where cares and toil and sadness cease	T3
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Start from the feeble dream The woodland shed	G2
Flames and the tenants of that vale are dead	G2
All dark the torrent of their fate hath rushed	G2
Each cheering echo of the plain is hushed	G2
And every joyous every tender sound	G2
In the loud roaring of the night storm drowned	G2
How cheerily the rocks from side to side	G2
Oft to the tabor's festive sounds replied	G2
There when the bells upon a holiday	G2
Rang out and all the villagers were gay	G2
In summer time the happy groups were seen	W3
Youth linked with beauty bounded on the green	W3
And age sat smiling as the joyous train	J
Round the tall May pole tapering from the plain	J
Their locks entwined with ribands streaming red	G2
And crowned with flowers the rural pastimes led	G2
Oh on the bleeding turf the sad flowers throw	K2
And weep for them that sleep in dust below	K2
There sleep together in their deathbed cold	G2
The beautiful the brave the young the old	G2
No voice is heard that charmed their earthly road	G2
Around their desolate and last abode	G2
The blast that swept them to the earth yet raves	X3
And strews with havoc their insulted graves	X3
As on the lucid lake's unruffled breast	G2
Soft silvery lights and blending shadows rest	G2
Above around the heavens' blue calm is spread	G2
And sleeps the sunshine on the mountain's head	G2
Then purple rocks and woods smile to the eye	T
Like fairy landscapes of the evening sky	T
And all is sad save where some forest bird	G2
With small and solitary trill is heard	G2
Sudden the scene is changed the hurricane	J
Is up among the mountains wind and rain	J
Drive and strange darkness closes on the vale	S3
And high rocks to the lightning glimmer pale	S3
And nought is heard but the deep thunder's roar	W2
Or vultures screaming round the desert shore	W2
So mourns the prospect changed and overcast	G2
And shrieks the spirit in the passing blast	G2
But ah how feller burst the ruthless storm	Y3
That speeds the moral prospect to deform	Y3
To morrow and the man of blood may see	G2
Again fresh verdure deck the dripping tree	G2
Again pure splendour light yon bursting views	Z3
And the clear lake reflect the fairest hues	Z3
Whilst the gay lark seems with a livelier voice	A4
In scorn of his stern spirit to rejoice	A4
But hapless land what dayspring shall restore	W2
The lovelier morals that now smile no more	W2
Affection tender as the murmuring dove	O3
That in the noiseless wood her home nest wove	N3
And piety that the blue mountains trod	G2
With kindling eyes upraised to nature's God	G2
Virtues that made thy streams and woods and hills	B4
Thy lakes all sunshine and thy shaded rills	B4
Like pictures of no earthly paradise	B4
Beaming remote from sorrow and from vice	B4
Far from the earthly scenes that wasteful lie	T
Virtue and peace and arts and freedom fly	T
Arts which the wild surrounding views inspired	G2
And freedom such as genuine patriots fired	G2
When the great sun sinks in the crimson west	G2
And all the pines in golden pomp are dressed	G2
Whose daring hand shall snatch the vivid light	G2
That purples o'er the promontory's height	G2
And with a Loutherbourg's rich pencil throw	K2
On the warm tablet all the lucid glow	K2
When the slow convent's bell sounds from afar	W2
And the dim lake reflects the evening star	W2
When shall again the rapt enthusiast rove	N3
And deck the visionary bower of love	O3
Hushed be the Doric strain that in the shade	G2
Of his own pines the pensive Gesner played	G2
Which oft the homeward plodding woodman near	W2
Paused with his gray beard on his staff to hear	W2
Whilst his lean dog whose opening lips disclose	B4
Just peeping forth his white teeth's even rows	B4
Lifted his long ears with sagacious heed	G2
And fixed his full eye on his trilling reed	G2
High on the broad Alps' solitary van	C4
Where not a sound is heard of busy man	C4
Hark with loud orgies o'er the bloody dew	G2
Lewd Comus leads his nightly madding crew	G2
Strong shouts and clangours through the high wood run	T2
And distant arms flash to the sinking sun	T2
Dark forests their lone empire the tall rocks	B4
Their shelter and their wealth their wandering flocks	B4
To the proud Macedon whose conquering car	W2
Rolled terrible through the ranks of armed war	W2
Whose banners chilled the plain with fearful shade	G2
Whose sovereignty a thousand trumpets brayed	G2
The Scythian chiefs spoke nobly What have we	G2
King of the world to do with thine or thee	G2
Far o'er the snowy solitudes we roam	A3
Or by wild rivers fix our casual home	A3
O'er the green champagne let thy cities shine	Z2
We ne'er invaded fields or seats of thine	Z2
Nor will we bow proud lord at thy decree	G2
Hence hence and leave us to our forests free	G2
But the stern soldier with war's banners spread	G2
Through thy still vales his glittering squadrons led	G2
And wild despair and unrelenting hate	G2
Stalk o'er thine inmost valleys desolate	G2
And she that like the nimble mountain roe	K2
With step scarce heard went bounding o'er the snow	K2
She whose green buskins swept the frosts of morn	D4
Who walked the high wood with her bugle horn	D4
She who once called these hills her own and found	G2
Her loveliest sojourn 'mid the hallowed ground	G2
Blessing the spot where shaded with high wood	G2
And decked with simple flowers her altar stood	G2
Freedom insulted sees as pale she flies	B4
A monster phantom in her name arise	B4
On weltering carcases it seems to stand	G2
Waving a dim seen dagger in its hand	G2
Its look is unrelenting as the grave	E4
Around its brow the muttering whirlwinds rave	E4
Its spreading shadow chills the scene beneath	F4
Ah fly it onward moves and murmurs Death	Y2
Earth fades beneath its footstep and around	G2
Long sighs and distant dying shrieks resound	G2
Could arms alone o'er thy brave sons prevail	S3
Helvetia No it was the fraudful tale	S3
Of this false phantom which the heart misled	G2
That spoke of peace peace to the poor man's shed	G2
Then left him houseless to the tempest's gloom	G4
That swept his hopes and comforts to the tomb	G4
High towered the grisly spectre half concealed	G2
And gathering clouds its dismal forests veiled	G2
The clouds disperse and lo 'mid murderous bands	B4
Dark in its might the hideous phantom stands	B4
Now see the triumph of its reign complete	G2
Behold it throned in its own sovereign seat	G2
The orgies peal the banners wave on high	T
And dark rocks ring to shouts of liberty	G2
Now soldier lift thy loud acclaiming voice	B4
Children of high souled sentiment rejoice	B4
Round the scathed tree upon the desert plain	J
Dance o'er the victims of the village slain	J
Thou who dost smiling sit as fancy flings	B4
Her hues unreal o'er created things	B4
And as the scenes in gay distemper shine	Z2
Dost wondering cry How sweet a world is mine	Z2
Ah see the shades receding that disclose	B4
The direst spectacle of living woes	B4
And ye who all enlightened all sublime	H4
Pant in indignant thraldom till the time	H4
When man bursting his fetters proud and free	G2
The wildest savage of the wilds shall be	G2
Artful instructors of our feeble kind	G2
Illumined leaders of the lost and blind	G2
Behold the destined glories of your reign	J
Behold yon flaming sheds yon outcast train	J
Hark hollow moaning on the fitful blast	G2
Methought Rousseau thy troubled spirit passed	G2
His ravaged country his dim eyes survey	G2
Are these the fruits he said or seemed to say	G2
Of those high energies of raptured thought	G2
That proud philosophy my precepts taught	G2
Then shrouding his sad visage from the sight	G2
Flew o'er the cloud dressed Alps to solitude and night	G2
Thou too whilst pondering History's vast plan	C4
Didst sit by the clear waters of Lausanne	C4
What time Imperial Rome rose to thy view	G2
And thy bold hand her mighty image drew	G2
Thou too methinks as the sad wrecks extend	G2
Dost seem in sorrow o'er the scene to bend	G2
With steady eye and penetrating mind	G2
Thou hast surveyed the toil of human kind	G2
Hast marked Ambition's march and fiery car	W2
And thousands shouting in the fields of war	W2
But direr woes might ne'er a sigh demand	G2
Than those of hapless injured Switzerland	G2
Oh may they teach whatever feelings start	G2
One awful truth that here we know in part	G2
Whatever darkness round his ark may rest	G2
There is a God who knows what is best	G2
Submissive still adoring may we stand	G2
Beneath the terrors of his chastening hand	G2
And though the clouds of carnage dim the sun	T2
Bend to the earth and say Thy will be done	T2
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DONHEAD	G2
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FOOTNOTES	B4
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Footnote Inscribed to Mrs William Douglas a native of Switzerland	G2
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Footnote Mount Pilate on the Lake of Lucerne	I4
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Footnote Contrast between genuine liberty and the spirit of Jacobinism	H4
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Footnote Gibbon completed his Decline and Fall in a summer house on the banks of this lake	G3

William Lisle Bowles

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