...Yet left him such a doom ! His only glory was that hour Of self-upheld abandoned power. The Spaniard, when the lust of sway • • Had lost its quickening...neither known A bigot's shrine, nor despot's throne. But thou — from thy reluctant hand The thunderbolt is wrung— Too late thou leav'st the high command...

...Yet left him such a doom ! His only glory was that hour Of self-upheld abandoned power. The Spaniard, when the lust of sway Had lost its quickening spell,...neither known A bigot's shrine nor despot's throne. But thon, — from thy reluctant hand The thunderbolt is wrung, — All evil spirit as thou art, It...

...Yet left him such a doom ! His only glory was that hour Of self-npheld abandoned power. The Spaniard, when the lust of sway Had lost its quickening spell,...An empire for a cell : A strict accountant of his heads, A subtle disputant on creeds, His dotage trifled well : Yet better had he neither known A bigot's...

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...and pray'r-books are the toys of age. Cf. Byron, Ode to Napoleon Bonaparte, st. 8 : • The Spaniard, when the lust of sway Had lost its quickening spell,...for a cell ; A strict accountant of his beads, — A »ubtle disputant on creeds,' &C. EPISTLE In. l. I. Here (ben we rest. An improvement upon the early...

...four-and-twenty pages is to exhibit the book in such a form that all men may be able to accept it. "The Spaniard, when the lust of sway Had lost its quickening spell,...subtle disputant on Creeds, His dotage trifled well:" — but we do not learn that he succeeded in making two watches go together for four-and-twenty hours...

...left him such a doom ! His only glory was that hour Of self-upheld ahandon'd power. The Spaniard,J To the Spir heads, A suhtle disputant on creeds, His dotage trifled well : Yet hetter had he neither known A higot's...

...Yet left him such a doom ! His only glory was that hour Of self-upheld abandon'd power. The Spaniard, when the lust of sway Had lost its quickening spell,...neither known A bigot's shrine, nor despot's throne. But thou — from thy reluctant hand The thunderbolt is wrung — Too late thou leav'st the high command...

...Yet left him such a doom ! His only glory was that hour Of self-upheld abandon'd power. The Spaniard, when the lust of sway Had lost its quickening spell,...neither known A bigot's shrine, nor despot's throne. But thou — from thy reluctant hand The thunderbolt is wrung — Too late thou leav'st the high command...

...Yet left him such a doom ! His only glory was that hour Of self-upheld abandon'd power. The Spaniard, when the lust of sway Had lost its quickening spell,...neither known A bigot's shrine, nor despot's throne. But thou — from thy reluctant hand The thunderbolt is wrung — Too late thou leav'st the high command...