When my poor Greece was once, as now, sur rounded; O Cæsar's Commentaries! now impart, ye LXXXIII. When I call "fading" martial immortality, Medals, rank, ribands, lace, embroidery, scarlet, To women; there is scarce a crimson varlet CANTO THE EIGHTH. 1823. OH, blood and thunder! and oh, blood and wounds! These are but vulgar oaths, as you may deem, Too gentle reader; and most shocking sounds. Ard so they are: yet thus is Glory's dream Unriddled; and as my true Muse expounds At present such things, since they are her theme, So be they her inspirers! Call them Mars, Bellona, what you will-they mean but wars. |