William Crowe

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William Crowe Lewesdon Hill, with other poems (1827)

Projected many a mile to rear her wall
Midst the deep waters. She, the mighty work
Still urging, in her arrogant attempt,
As with a lordly voice to the Ocean cries,
‘Hitherto come, no farther; here be staid
‘The raging of thy waves; within this bound
‘Be all my haven’—and therewith takes in
A space of amplest circuit, wide and deep,
Won from the straiten’d main: nor less in strength [23]
Than in dimensions, giant-like in both,—
On each side flank’d with citadels and towers
And rocky walls, and arches massy proof
Against the storm of war.
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William Crowe Lewesdon Hill, with other poems (1827)

There many a nation, now subdued and broke,
In sullen silence wears the Tyrant’s yoke:
There the fierce Victor waves his sword, and there
Stalks amid ruin, and the waste of war: [194]
And, where he bids the din of arms to cease,
He calls the silent desolation—peace.
Yet what his prize of glory? What the gain
Of his wide conquest, of his thousands slain?—
His guilty seat on thrones subverted stands;
His trophies are the spoil of injured lands:
For his dark brow no comely wreath is twined,
But iron [32] crowns and blood-stain’d laurels bind.
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William Crowe Lewesdon Hill, with other poems (1827)

To Sherburne’s ancient towers and rich domains,
The noble Digby’s mansion; where he dwells
Inviolate, and fearless of thy curse, [34]
War-glutted Osmund, [13] superstitious Lord!
Who with Heaven’s justice for a bloody life
Madest thy presumptuous bargain; giving more
Than thy just having to redeem thy guilt,
And darest bid th’ Almighty to become
The minister of thy curse. But sure it fell,
So bigots fondly judged, full sure it fell
With sacred vengeance pointed on the head
Of many a bold usurper: chief on thine
(Favourite of Fortune once, but last her thrall) ,
Accomplish’d [14] Raleigh!
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