XXII. October, 1803. WHEN, looking on the present face of things, So that almost a doubt within me springs Of such poor Instruments, with thoughts sublime XXIII. TO THE MEN OF KENT. October, 1803. VANGUARD of Liberty, ye Men of Kent, Ye Children of a Soil that doth advance Its haughty brow against the coast of France, To France be words of invitation sent! They from their Fields can see the countenance Did from the Norman win a gallant wreath; XXIV. October, 1803. Six thousand Veterans practised in War's game, For them whom precept and the pedantry Of cold mechanic battle do enslave. Oh! for a single hour of that Dundee Who on that day the word of onset gave! And her Foes find a like inglorious Grave. XXV. ANTICIPATION. October, 1803. SHOUT, for a mighty Victory is won! On British ground the Invaders are laid low; And left them lying in the silent sun, Never to rise again!-the work is done. Come forth, ye Old Men, now in peaceful show And greet your Sons! drums beat, and trumpets blow! Make merry, Wives! ye little Children stun Your Grandame's ears with pleasure of your noise! XXVI. November, 1806. ANOTHER year!-another deadly blow! |