Still Panonia pines away, Vassal of a double sway: Still Thy servants groan in chains, Join the members to the head: Snatch Thine own sheep from yon fell monster's hold; Let one kind shepherd rule one undivided fold. IIe is the victor, only he We conquered once in vain, With wrecks and Moslem slain. Shall Europe's sword be hung to rust in peace? Of the triumphant Franks Bear swift deliverance to the shrines of Greece; The avenging plagues of Western fire and steel. Oh God! for one short moment raise Even to the river's headlong verge. The Lord of Hosts asserts His old renown, Scatters, and smites, and slays, and tramples down. He rushes on his prey : Till, with the terrors of the wondrous theme Bewildered and appalled, I cease to sing, And close my dazzled eye, and rest my wearied wing. THE LAST BUCCANEER. (1839.) THE winds were yelling, the waves were swelling, The sky was black and drear, When the crew with eyes of flame brought the ship with out a name Alongside the last Buccaneer. "Whence flies your sloop full sail before so fierce a gale, When all others drive bare on the seas? Say, come ye from the shore of the holy Salvador, "From a shore no search hath found, from a gulf no line can sound, Without rudder or needle we steer; Above, below, our bark, dies the sea fowl and the shark, As we fly by the last Buccaneer. "To-night there shall be heard on the rocks of Cape de Verde A loud crash, and a louder roar; And to-morrow shall the deep, with a heavy moaning sweep The corpses and wreck to the shore." The stately ship of Clyde securely now may ride And Severn's towering mast securely now flies fast, From St. Jago's wealthy port, from Havannah's royal fort, The seaman goes forth without fear; For since that stormy night not a mortal hath had sight Of the flag of the last Buccaneer. EPITAPII ON A JACOBITE. (1845.) To my true king I offered free from stain Oh thou, whom chance leads to this nameless stone, |