William Julius Mickle,
Almada Hill: an Epistle from Lisbon
(1781)
“ Triumphant tyrants o'er the weak and low: Yet wildly starting from the gaming board At every distant brandish of the sword; Already conquer'd by uncertain dread, Imploring peace with feeble hands outspread;— Such peace as trembling suppliants still obtain, Such peace they found beneath the yoke of Spain; And the wide empires of the East no more Poured their redundant horns on Lisboa's shore. Alas, my Friend, how vain the fairest boast Of human pride! how soon is Empire lost! ”
