Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine — Volume 53, No. 328, February, 1843 by Various
page 71 of 336 (21%)
page 71 of 336 (21%)
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The day that saw the hero crown'd!
Bohemia and thy Palgrave, Rhine, Give this the feast, and that the wine; The Arch Electoral Seven, Like choral stars around the sun, Gird him whose hand a world has won, The anointed choice of Heaven. In galleries raised above the pomp, Press'd crowd on crowd, their panting way; And with the joy-resounding tromp, Rang out the million's loud hurra! For closed at last the age of slaughter, When human blood was pour'd as water-- LAW dawns upon the world![6] Sharp Force no more shall right the wrong, And grind the weak to crown the strong-- War's carnage-flag is furl'd! In Rudolf's hand the goblet shines-- And gaily round the board look'd he; "And proud the feast, and bright the wines, My kingly heart feels glad to me! Yet where the lord of sweet desire, Who moves the heart beneath the lyre, And dulcet Sound Divine? Dear from my youth the craft of song, And what as knight I loved so long, As Kaisar, still be mine." |
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