Richmond enquirer. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1815-1867, 1832-03-10
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[From TIE London .Aleiropoiitan for Jdnu~yJ
TIE POWER or RUSSIA.

Die IN'H Elk VI iNIcclA.
BY II. CAMPBELL.
So all this gallant blood haas gushd in vain,
And Poland, by the Northern Condsr's beak,
And talons torn, lies Frustrated again.
O, British patriots, that were wontto speak
Once loudly on this then,c hush'd or meek
q, hcarlless men oi Euiopc--Goh and Gaul!
Cold, adder-dcaf 10 Pcland's wing shriek;-
That the worlds last land OF heroes fall
The brand Of burning shame is on you al--all--all!
Tut this is notihe dramas closing act:
Its tragic curtain must unpyiSc
Nations mute accessories to the fact,
That UPas'tree Of power whose fostering dew
Was Polish blood, has yet 10 cast DER you
The lcngthning shadow oil its head olate---
deadly shadow, darkenng Natures hue.
To all that's halowed, righteous, pure and great,
Wo! wo when they reached TO Russia whitening hate
Russia tina; on lis throne of alamant
Consuts what nations breast shall next be gorcd;
He Potomac GolgOtha will plant
His standard fresh; and horde succeeding horde,
On patriot tomb stones ne will whet the sword,
For stupendous s0ughlers Of the free.
Then Europe realns when their best blood pourd,
Shall miss thee Poland, they bend the knee,
Al-al in griei;b none III glory iikcning thee
Why smotc We not the giant whilst he recrd!
o iair occasion, gone forever by!
70 have lock,l his anccs in their northern field,
lnnocuous the phantom chvary
That flames and hurdles from yon borcal sky!
Now wave thy pcnnon, Russia DER the land
Once Poland; build thy brisiling castles highs
Dig dungeons deep; Tor Polanh's wres,cd brand
Is DOW weapon new To widen thy command
An pwiul width! Norwegian woods shalt build
His fleets, the Swcde his vassal, and tho Dane:
The glebe of fifty kingdoms shall be dlld
To feed his dazzling, desolating train.
Camp ID sunless, wixt the Black and Baltic main:
Brute haste own: but Sparta could not write,
And Rome, ai!-barbarous bound Achaias chain
So Russa's spirit midst Sclavonic night,
Burns with fire dread than all your poisd light
BIT Russia's limbs (so blinded statesmen say)
Arc crude and too colossal 10 cohcre.
lamentablc weakness! reckoning weak
The STRIPPING Titan, strengthening year by year.
What implement lacks he for wars career,
That grows on earth or its floods and mines,
Eighth sharcr of the inhahitabc spherc)
Whom Persia bows 10, China i'll confines,
And midas homage waits when Albons star declines?
But time will teach, the Russ--cy' n conquering
Has haWlnaid arts: ay, ay, the Russ will WOO
All sciences that speed Bcllona's car,
All murders tactic arts, and win them too;
But never holier Muses. shall mbuc
Ills breast, that's made oinaturc's haSest clay:
The sabre, knout, and dungeons vapor blue
His laws and ethics far from him away
Arc all the lovely Nine, that breathe but freedoms day.
Say, ey'n his serfs, half-humanizcd should learn
Their human rights--will Mars put out his flame
In Russian bosoms? no, he'll bid them burn
thousand lengthcn'd years for martial fame
Like Romans: yet forgive me, Roman Name!
Rome could impart what Russia never can;
Proud civic rights TO salve submissions shame.
Oar strife is coming but in freedoms
The Polish eagles fall is big with fate 10
Proud bird OF old Mohammed's rccoil'd
Before thy swoop: had we been timely bold,
That swoop, still free, had stunnd The Russ and foild
Earths new opprcssors, as il foil her old.
Now thy majestic eyes are shut and cold:
And colder still Polonia's children find
The sympathetic hands that oubold,
But, Poles, when gone. the world will mind,
Yc bore The brunt of fate and blcd for humankind
So haow'dly have We ulfrd your part,
My pride rcpudiaes ovn the sigh that blends
With PolanIs namc-namc written my heart.
My heroes, my grief consented friends!
Your sorrow, in nobility transccnds
Your conqucrcr's oy his cheek may blush; but shame
Can inge not yours, though cXilcs tear dcsccnds
Nor woudye change your conscience, cause, and name
For his, with all his wealth. and all his feon fame
Thee, Niemcicwitz,S whose song of stirring power
The Car lorblds 10 sound in Polish lands;
Thee, Czartoryski, in thy baniSh'd bower,
The patricide, who in Thy palace stands,
May envy proudly may Polonias brands
Throw down their swords at EIrop,s feet in scorn.
Saying-"Russia, from the metal Of these brands
Shall forge the letters of your unborn;
Our setting Star is your msortunc's rising morn'
This venerable tho popular
poets, ana President of the academy of Waaw
no fur Old bat his noble
lowed than dccaycd by lie the Fox
and Washington Rich anecluio, Ike Franklin
striking resemblance him in countcnaGce