William Julius Mickle

William Julius Mickle

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Portrait of William Julius Mickle 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!
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Portrait of William Julius Mickle William Julius Mickle Almada Hill: an Epistle from Lisbon (1781)

While Freedom's wounds the brave and good revere;
Still pouring fresh th' inexpiable stain
O'er Rome's patrician honour false and vain!
Or should the pride of bold revolt inspire,
And touch his bosom with unhallowed fire;
If merit spurn'd demand stern sacrifice,
O'er Ev'ra's [5] fields let dread Sertorius rise.
Dyed in his country's blood, in all the pride
Of wrongs revenged, illustrious let him ride
Enshrined, o'er Spain, in Victory's dazzling rays,
'Till Rome looks pale beneath the mounting blaze.
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Portrait of William Julius Mickle William Julius Mickle Almada Hill: an Epistle from Lisbon (1781)

The vengeful Moors, as mastiffs on their prey,
Return'd; as heavy clouds their deep array
Blacken'd o'er Tago's banks.—As Sagrez [10] braves
And stems the furious rage of Afric's waves,
So braved, so stood the Lusitanian bands,
The southern bulwark of Europa's lands.
Such were the foes by Chivalry repell'd,
And such the honours that adorn'd her shield.
And ask what Christian Europe owes the high⁠
And ardent soul of gallant Chivalry,
Ask, and let Turkish Europe's groans reply!
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