1777-1844.
Pleasures of Hope.
Part i. Line 7.
'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view,
And robes the mountain in its azure hue.
Line 359.
O Heaven! he cried, my bleeding country save.
Line 381.
Hope for a season bade the world farewell,
And Freedom shrieked as Kosciusko fell!
O'er Prague's proud arch the fires of ruin glow,
His blood-dyed waters murmuring far below.