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[67] "Formed on."--_Ed. 1795._
[68] "Conqueror."--_Ib._
[69] "Foe to the rights of man."--_Ib._
[70] This does not overdo the contemporary estimate of Cornwallis.
Attempting to crush at once the American rebellion by the use of the harshest measures, he inaugurated a veritable reign of terror. "Cruel measures seek and find cruel agents; officers whose delight was in blood patrolled the country, burned houses, ravaged estates, and put to death whom they would.... For two years cold-blooded a.s.sa.s.sinations, often in the house of the victim and in the presence of his wife and little children, were perpetrated by men holding the king's commission."--_Bancroft._
[71] "Lord of war."--_Ed. 1795._
[72] This line and the nine following lines were omitted from the edition of 1795.
[73] "Warrior."--_Ed. 1795._
[74] "Tyrant's."--_Ib._
[75] "And all wars be done."--_Ib._
[76] "Sir Henry be."--_Ib._
[77] "Manned by brave souls, to see the British sh.o.r.e."--_Ib._
[78] "As earthquakes shook the huge Colossus down."--_Ed. 1795._
[79] "By force convey."--_Ib._
[80] "Tyrant."--_Ib._
[81] "Nor say."--_Ib._
[82] "His G.o.dship."--_Ed. 1795._
[83] "The rage of Europe."--_Ib._
[84] "Mast."--_Ib._
[85] "Took one sad survey of your wanton waste."--_Ib._
[86] "Lost all your honours--even your memory dead."--_Ib._
[87] This and the five following lines omitted in edition of 1795.
[88] An allusion to the brutal execution of the patriot, Isaac Hayne, of Charlestown, by General Rawdon, in the summer of 1781. The guilt of this crime rests almost wholly upon Rawdon. Yet "his first excuse for the execution was in the order of Cornwallis which had filled the woods of Carolina with a.s.sa.s.sins."--_Bancroft._
[89] "Gog-magogs."--_Ed. 1795._
[90] "From depth of woods this hornet host he drew."--_Ib._
[91] "Envenom'd ruffians."--_Ib._
[92] "The mean invader."--_Ib._
[93] "The prisoner."--_Ib._
[94] This line and the next omitted from later editions.
[95] "Homeward flight."--_Ed. 1795._
[96] "Plan future conquests and new battles fight."--_Ib._
[97] This and the following five lines omitted from later editions.
[98] "Your murdering host."--_Ed. 1795._
[99] This and the following seven lines omitted from later editions.
[100] "Remorse be theirs."--_Ed. 1809._
[101] This line and the following omitted from later editions.
[102] "Each tyrant king."--_Ed. 1809._
[103] The later editions end at this point as follows:
"Swept from this stage, the race that vex our ball, Deep in the dust may every monarch fall, To wasted nations bid a long adieu, Shrink from an injured world--and fare like you."
TO THE MEMORY OF THE BRAVE AMERICANS[104]
Under General Greene, in South Carolina, who fell in the action of September 8, 1781
At Eutaw Springs the valiant died; Their limbs with dust are covered o'er-- Weep on, ye springs, your tearful tide; How many heroes are no more![105]
If in this wreck of ruin, they Can yet be thought to claim a tear, O smite your gentle breast, and say The friends of freedom slumber here!
Thou, who shalt trace this b.l.o.o.d.y plain, If goodness rules thy generous breast, Sigh for the wasted rural reign; Sigh for the shepherds, sunk to rest!
Stranger, their humble graves adorn; You too may fall, and ask a tear; 'Tis not the beauty of the morn That proves the evening shall be clear.--
They saw their injured country's woe; The flaming town, the wasted field; Then rushed to meet the insulting foe; They took the spear--but left the shield.[106]
Led by thy conquering genius, Greene, The Britons they compelled to fly; None distant viewed the fatal plain, None grieved, in such a cause to die--
But, like the Parthian, famed of old.
Who, flying, still their arrows threw, These routed Britons, full as bold, Retreated, and retreating slew.[107]
