Found in 3 poems.

The Days are Done

  • 2Thy country's strains record
  • 3The triumphs of her chosen Son,

Pitt

  • 7And kiss'd his country with Iscariot mouth
  • 9Then fix'd her on the Cross of deep distress,
  • 11Pierce her big side! But O! if some strange trance

The Prophecy of Dante[;] Canto the First

  • 69Alas! how bitter is his country's curse
  • 70To him who for that country would expire,
  • 71But did not merit to expire by her,
  • 72And loves her, loves her even in her ire.
  • 73The day may come when she will cease to err,
  • 74The day may come she would be proud to have
  • 75The dust she dooms to scatter, and transfer
  • 76Of him, whom she denied a home, the grave.
  • 79Me breath, but in her sudden fury thrust
  • 81My indignant bones, because her angry gust
  • 82Forsooth is over, and repealed her doom;
  • 83No,--she denied me what was mine--my roof,
  • 84And shall not have what is not hers--my tomb.
  • 85Too long her arméd wrath hath kept aloof
  • 86The breast which would have bled for her, the heart