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No, — but with our prince ally'd,
Erin's lov'd and lovely bride,
Then, our joint empire, how might it extend !
And wide our glittering ftandards be unfurl'd !
To ovir united power the earth might bend,
And our high fceptre, then, fhould fway a world
Thus, delegated, while I fpoke.
My mandate to obey ;
Swift on my words the Princefs broke,
And rapt my powers away.
" Never will I confent (fhe cry'd)
" To wear thy country's crown ;
" Nor ever be thy Maon's bride,
" Tho' fplendidhis renown! '^ '^'^^^ '
" Yet think not. Bard, my fenfelefs breafl
" Quite dead to Glory's flame ;
" Think not I flight a Prince, confefl: •'" ' "^ ^
" The favourite fon of fame. ' "^ ""^^ Tot hriA
" Once, Bard, — I do not blufli to own,
" Tho' Gallia's royal heir,
" I would have given the world's high throne, "-^
" A Cot with him to fliare.
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