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My Guàrd!--my chosen,-charge for Frånce,

Frànce, and Napoleon.43. “ Soldiers !—stand firm,” exclaimed the British chiei,

England shall tell the fight." 44. The combat deepens, “ On ye bràve !

Who rush to glòry or the gràve.” 45. Bürst the storm on Phocis' walls !

Rise or Greece forever falls. 46. Yet, though destruction sweep these lovely plains

Rise! Fellow men !-our country yet remains. 47. Where was thine àrm, O vengeance ? and thy rod,

That smote the foes of Zion and of God? 48. Angels! and ministers of Gràce! defend us;

Sàve me,—and hover o'er me with your wings,

Ye heavenly Guàrds !
49. “And do you now put on your best attire?

And do you now cull out a holiday?
And do you now strew flowers in his way,
That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood?

Begone! 50. Avdunt !-Fly thither whence thou fled'st; if from this

hour,
Within these hallowed limits thou appear,

Back to the infernal pit I drag thee chàin'd. 51. And I heard an angel, flying through the midst of hea

ven, saying with a loud voice

, , wo, to the inhabitants of the earth." 52. But God said unto him, " Thou fool!—this night thy

soùl shall be required of thee.” 53. And he cried and said, "Father Abraham! Have mer

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