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Poetry.
POETRY .
HISTORIC SONNETS . ( No . 9 . ) j HANNIBAL AT THE ALTAR . He brought his youth within the fane , and there , 'Mid dread religion ' s rites , he made him swear Eternal enmity to haughty Rome . —
Ancl did that youth , when manhood fair had come , Forget his oath ?—Let Cannae ' s carnage tell That he redeemed his solemn pledges well . Throughout his life ' s fierce , energetic course , He kept that vow—' mid weal and woe ; remorse For thousands slaughtered , cities pillaged , came
Not o ' er him once . —Let the proud Alps proclaim , That the fierce instinct he for vengeance knew Forced him to pierce their haughty summits through j And the last breath , he sighed , bore enmity To the first hatred of his infancy . EDWARD RALEIGH MORAN , P . M ., No . 49 .
( No . 10 . ) CESAR AT THE RUBICON . He stood upon its banks a moment—thought Of all the evils one false step might cause ; A forward glimpse of future time he caught ,
And knew the danger of all further pause . Instant he plunged into the rolling stream , And pass'd its bounds . Oh ! mad , ambition ' s dream !—Wilt thou not urge thy votaries to dare Earth ' s holiest hopes , and even the hope of heaven ? ( Thy promis'd land at distance looks so fair
, Darings for it , if aught be , are forgiven . ) Yet better thus than hesitate , and be To all the future word of mockery—Better to perish boldly , daring , thus , Than come a branded traitor down to us . EDWARD RALEIGH MORAN , P . M ., No . 49 .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Poetry.
POETRY .
HISTORIC SONNETS . ( No . 9 . ) j HANNIBAL AT THE ALTAR . He brought his youth within the fane , and there , 'Mid dread religion ' s rites , he made him swear Eternal enmity to haughty Rome . —
Ancl did that youth , when manhood fair had come , Forget his oath ?—Let Cannae ' s carnage tell That he redeemed his solemn pledges well . Throughout his life ' s fierce , energetic course , He kept that vow—' mid weal and woe ; remorse For thousands slaughtered , cities pillaged , came
Not o ' er him once . —Let the proud Alps proclaim , That the fierce instinct he for vengeance knew Forced him to pierce their haughty summits through j And the last breath , he sighed , bore enmity To the first hatred of his infancy . EDWARD RALEIGH MORAN , P . M ., No . 49 .
( No . 10 . ) CESAR AT THE RUBICON . He stood upon its banks a moment—thought Of all the evils one false step might cause ; A forward glimpse of future time he caught ,
And knew the danger of all further pause . Instant he plunged into the rolling stream , And pass'd its bounds . Oh ! mad , ambition ' s dream !—Wilt thou not urge thy votaries to dare Earth ' s holiest hopes , and even the hope of heaven ? ( Thy promis'd land at distance looks so fair
, Darings for it , if aught be , are forgiven . ) Yet better thus than hesitate , and be To all the future word of mockery—Better to perish boldly , daring , thus , Than come a branded traitor down to us . EDWARD RALEIGH MORAN , P . M ., No . 49 .