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238 Millions of tongues record thee, and anew

Their children's lips shall echo them, and say—

"Here, where the sword united nations drew,

Our countrymen were warring on that day!"

And this is much—and all—which will not pass away.

XXXVI.

There sunk the greatest, nor the worst of men,

Whose Spirit, antithetically mixed,

One moment of the mightiest, and again

On little objects with like firmness fixed;

Extreme in all things! hadst thou been betwixt,

Thy throne had still been thine, or never been;

For Daring made thy rise as fall: thou seek'st

Even now to re-assume the imperial mien,

And shake again the world, the Thunderer of the scene!