Found in 7 poems.
- 1Farewell to the Land, where the gloom of my
Glory
- 2Arose and o'ershadowed the earth with her
name--
- 3She abandons me now--but the page of her story,
- 17Farewell to thee, France!--but when Liberty
rallies
- 77France hath twice too well been taught
- 79Her safety sits not on a throne,
- 31Shall France alone a Despot spurn?
- 32Shall she alone, O Freedom, boast thy care?
- 22When France in wrath her giant-limbs upreared,
- 51When France
her front deep-scarr'd and gory
- 30Where France in all her towns lay vibrating
- 766Did he not this for France? which lay before
- 768Broken and trembling to the yoke she bore,
- 865But France got drunk with blood to vomit crime;
- 866And fatal have her Saturnalia been
