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The peer shall dangle from his gate； The bishop from his steeple； Till
all recanting； own； the State Means nothing but the People。 We'll fix the
church's revenues On Apostolic basis； One coat； one scrip； one pair of
shoes Shall pay their strange grimaces。
We'll strap the bar's deluding train In their own darling halter； And
with his big church bible brain The parson at the altar。 Hail glorious hour；
when fair Reform Shall bless our longing nation； And Hunt receive
commands to form A new administration。
Carlisle shall sit enthroned； where sat Our Cranmer and our Secker；
And Watson show his snow…white hat In England's rich Exchequer。 The
breast of Thistlewood shall wear Our Wellesley's star and sash； man： And
many a mausoleum fair Shall rise to honest Cashman。
Then； then beneath the nine…tailed cat Shall they who used it writhe；
sir； And curates lean； and rectors fat； Shall dig the ground they tithe； sir。
Down with your Bayleys； and your Bests； Your Giffords； and your
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Gurneys： We'll clear the island of the pests； Which mortals name
attorneys。
Down with your sheriffs； and your mayors； Your registrars； and
proctors； We'll live without the lawyer's cares； And die without the doctor's。
No discontented fair shall pout To see her spouse so stupid； We'll tread the
torch of Hymen out； And live content with Cupid。
Then； when the high…born and the great Are humbled to our level； On
all the wealth of Church and State； Like aldermen； we'll revel。 We'll live
when hushed the battle's din； In smoking and in cards； sir； In drinking
unexcised gin； And wooing fair Poissardes； sir。
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THE BATTLE OF
MONCONTOUR。
（1824。）
Oh； weep for Moncontour！ Oh！ weep for the hour； When the children
of darkness and evil had power； When the horsemen of Valois
triumphantly trod On the bosoms that bled for their rights and their God。
Oh； weep for Moncontour！ Oh！ weep for the slain； Who for faith and
for freedom lay slaughtered in vain； Oh； weep for the living； who linger to
bear The renegade's shame； or the exile's despair。
One look； one last look； to our cots and our towers； To the rows of our
vines； and the beds of our flowers； To the church where the bones of our
fathers decayed； Where we fondly had deemed that our own would be laid。
Alas！ we must leave thee； dear desolate home； To the spearmen of Uri；
the shavelings of Rome； To the serpent of Florence； the vulture of Spain；
To the pride of Anjou； and the guile of Lorraine。
Farewell to thy fountains； farewell to thy shades； To the song of thy
youths； and the dance of thy maids； To the breath of thy gardens； the hum
of thy bees； And the long waving line of the blue Pyrenees。
Farewell； and for ever。 The priest and the slave May rule in the halls of
the free and the brave。 Our hearths we abandon； our lands we resign； But；
Father； we kneel to no altar but thine。
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THE BATTLE OF NASEBY；
BY OBADIAH BIND…THEIR…KINGS…IN…CHAINS…AND…THEIR…
NOBLES…WITH… LINKS…OF…IRON； SERJEANT IN IRETON'S
REGIMENT。 （1824。）
Oh！ wherefore come ye forth； in triumph from the North； With your
hands； and your feet； and your raiment all red？ And wherefore doth your
rout send forth a joyous shout？ And whence be the grapes of the wine…
press which ye tread？
Oh evil was the root； and bitter was the fruit； And crimson was the
juice of the vintage that we trod； For we trampled on the throng of the
haughty and the strong； Who sate in the high places； and slew the saints of
God。
It was about the noon of a glorious day of June； That we saw their
banners dance； and their cuirasses shine； And the Man of Blood was there；
with his long essenced hair； And Astley； and Sir Marmaduke； and Rupert
of the Rhine。
Like a servant of the Lord； with his Bible and his sword； The General
rode along us to form us to the fight； When a murmuring sound broke out；
and swell'd into a shout； Among the godless horsemen upon the tyrant's
right。
And hark！ like the roar of the billows on the shore； The cry of battle
rises along their charging line！ For God！ for the Cause！ for the Church！ for
the Laws！ For Charles King of England and Rupert of the Rhine！
The furious German comes； with his clarions and his drums； His
bravoes of Alsatia； and pages of Whitehall； They are bursting on our
flanks。 Grasp your pikes； close your ranks； For Rupert never comes but to
conquer or to fall。
They are here！ They rush on！ We are broken！ We are gone！ Our left is
borne before them like stubble on the blast。 O Lord； put forth thy might！ O
Lord； defend the right！ Stand back to back； in God's name； and fight it to
the last。
Stout Skippon hath a wound； the centre hath given ground： Hark！
hark！What means the trampling of horsemen on our rear？ Whose banner
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do I see； boys？ 'Tis he； thank God； 'tis he； boys； Bear up another minute：
brave Oliver is here。
Their heads all stooping low； their points all in a row； Like a whirlwind
on the trees； like a deluge on the dykes； Our cuirassiers have burst on the
ranks of the Accurst； And at a shock have scattered the forest of his pikes。
Fast； fast； the gallants ride； in some safe nook to hide Their coward
heads； predestined to rot on Temple Bar； And hehe turns； he flies：
shame on those cruel eyes That bore to look on torture； and dare not look
on war。
Ho！ comrades； scour the plain； and； ere ye strip the slain； First give
another stab to make your search secure； Then shake from sleeves and
pockets their broad…pieces and lockets； The tokens of the wanton； the
plunder of the poor。
Fools！ your doublets shone with gold； and your hearts were gay and
bold； When you kissed your lily hands to your lemans to…day； And to…
morrow shall the fox； from her chambers in the rocks； Lead forth her
tawny cubs to howl above the prey。
Where be your tongues that late mocked at heaven and hell and fate；
And the fingers that once were so busy with your blades； Your perfum'd
satin clothes； your catches and your oaths； Your stage…plays and your
sonnets； your diamonds and your spades？
Down； down； for ever down with the mitre and the crown； With the
Belial of the Court and the Mammon of the Pope； There is woe in Oxford
halls： there is wail in Durham's Stalls： The Jesuit smites his bosom： the
Bishop rends his cope。
And She of the seven hills shall mourn her children's ills； And tremble
when she thinks on the edge of England's sword； And the Kings of earth in
fear shall shudder when they hear What the hand of God hath wrought for
the Houses and the Word。
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SERMON IN A CHURCHYARD。
（1825。）
Let pious Damon take his seat； With mincing step and languid smile；
And scatter from his 'kerchief sweet； Sabaean odours o'er the aisle； And
spread his little jewelled hand； And smile round all the parish beauties；
And pat his curls； and smooth his band； Meet prelude to his saintly duties。
Let the thronged audience press and stare； Let stifled maidens ply the
fan； Admire his doctrines； and his hair； And whisper； 〃What a good young
man！〃 While he explains what seems most clear； So clearly that it seems
perplexed； I'll stay and read my sermon here； And skulls； and bones； shall
be the text。
Art thou the jilted dupe of fame？ Dost thou with jealous anger pine
Whene'er she