Koskiusko
- 1O what a loud and fearful shriek was there,
- 2As though a thousand souls one death-groan pour'd!
- 3Ah me! they saw beneath a Hireling's sword
- 4Their KOSKIUSKO fall! Through the swart air
- 5(As pauses the tir'd Cossac's barbarous yell
- 6Of Triumph) on the chill and midnight gale
- 7Rises with frantic burst or sadder swell
- 8The dirge of murder'd Hope! while Freedom pale
- 9Bends in such anguish o'er her destin'd bier,
- 10As if from eldest time some Spirit meek
- 11Had gather'd in a mystic urn each tear
- 12That ever on a Patriot's furrow'd cheek
- 13Fit channel found; and she had drain'd the bowl
- 14In the mere wilfulness, and sick despair of soul!