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Still the loud death drum, thundering from afar, / O'er the vext nations pours the storm of war: / To the stern call still Britain bends her ear, / Feeds the fierce strife, the alternate hope and fear; / Bravely, though vainly, dares to strive with Fate, / And seeks by turns to prop each sinking state.
Colossal Power with overwhelming force / Bears down each fort of Freedom in its course; / Prostrate she lies beneath the Despot's sway, / While the hushed nations curse him -- and obey,