Chapter 32 No.32

In vain, not silenced by the eye of Death,

Thou call'st the loyal with thy menaced breath:-

They come not; they are few, and, overawed,

Must acquiesce, while sterner hearts applaud.

In vain thou dost demand the cause: a curse

Is all the answer, with the threat of worse.70

Full in thine eyes is waved the glittering blade,

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