Thee more than mortal? and that so supine
By aught than Romans Rome should thus be laid?[1]
She who was named Eternal, and arrayed
Her warriors but to conquer—she who veiled
Earth with her haughty shadow, and displayed,[2]
Until the o'er-canopied horizon failed,
Her rushing wings—Oh! she who was Almighty hailed!
LXXXV.
Sylla was first of victors; but our own,[3]
The sagest of usurpers, Cromwell!—he
Too swept off senates while he hewed the throne
Down to a block—immortal rebel! See
What crimes it costs to be a moment free,
And famous through all ages! but beneath
His fate the moral lurks of destiny;
His day of double victory and death
Beheld him win two realms, and, happier, yield his breath.[4]
- ↑
——how supine
Into such dust deserted Rome should fade,
or, In self-woven sackcloth Rome should thus be laid.—[MS. M. erased.] - ↑
The Earth beneath her shadow and displayed
Her wings as with the horizon and was hailed,
or, The rushings of his wings and was Almighty hailed.—[MS. M. erased.] - ↑
Sylla supreme of Victors—save our own
The ablest of Usurpers—Cromwell—he
Who swept off Senates—while he hewed the Throne
Down to a block—immortal Villain! See
What crimes, etc.—[MS. M.] - ↑ On the 3rd of September Cromwell gained the victory of
