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 Methinks I hear the shades that hover round Of English heroes heave the sigh profound, Prophetic of the kindred fate that lowers, O'er Albion's fleets and London's proudest towers.


 * Broad was the firm-based structure and sublime,

That Gama fondly rear'd on India's clime: On justice and benevolence he placed Its ponderous weight, and warlike trophies graced Its mounting turrets; and o'er Asia wide Great Albuquerk renown'd its generous pride. The injured native sought its friendly shade, And India's Princes blest its powerful aid: Till from corrupted passion's basest hour Rose the dread dæmon of tyrannic power. Sampayo's heart, where dauntless valour reign'd, And counsel deep, she seiz'd and foul profaned. Then