Ode On The Departed Regency Bill（3 / 3）
jews, gentiles, what a motley crew!
the iron tears their flinty cheeks bedew;
see how unfurled the parchment ensigns fly,
and principal and interest all the cry!
and how their num'rous creditors rejoice;
but just as hopes to warm enjoyment rise,
cry convalescence! and the vision flies.
then next pourtray a dark'ning twilight gloom,
eclipsing sad a gay, rejoicing morn,
while proud ambition to th' untimely tomb
by gnashing, grim, despairing fiends is borne:
paint ruin, in the shape of high d[undas]
gaping with giddy terror o'er the brow;
in vain he struggles, the fates behind him press,
and clam'rous hell yawns for her prey below:
how fallen that, whose pride late scaled the skies!
and this, like lucifer, no more to rise!
again pronounce the powerful word;
see day, triumphant from the night, restored.
then know this truth, ye sons of men!
(thus ends thy moral tale,)
your darkest terrors may be vain,
your brightest hopes may fail. ↑返回顶部↑
the iron tears their flinty cheeks bedew;
see how unfurled the parchment ensigns fly,
and principal and interest all the cry!
and how their num'rous creditors rejoice;
but just as hopes to warm enjoyment rise,
cry convalescence! and the vision flies.
then next pourtray a dark'ning twilight gloom,
eclipsing sad a gay, rejoicing morn,
while proud ambition to th' untimely tomb
by gnashing, grim, despairing fiends is borne:
paint ruin, in the shape of high d[undas]
gaping with giddy terror o'er the brow;
in vain he struggles, the fates behind him press,
and clam'rous hell yawns for her prey below:
how fallen that, whose pride late scaled the skies!
and this, like lucifer, no more to rise!
again pronounce the powerful word;
see day, triumphant from the night, restored.
then know this truth, ye sons of men!
(thus ends thy moral tale,)
your darkest terrors may be vain,
your brightest hopes may fail. ↑返回顶部↑