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Rh Did Love yon arch of marble rear
 * To mark the hallow'd ground?

And bid those doric columns spring
 * With clustering roses crown'd?

Say,—did it come with gifts of peace
 * To deck thy couch of gloom?

And like relenting Athens bless
 * Its guiltless martyr's tomb?

No!—no! the stern and callous breast
 * Sear'd by Ambition's flame,

No kindlings of remorse confest
 * At thy remember'd name:

Alike the Corsican abjur'd
 * With harsh and ingrate tone,

The beauty and the love that pav'd
 * His pathway to a throne.

He turn'd in apathy to gaze
 * Upon his Austrian bride,

Nor heard dark fate's prophetic sigh
 * That warn'd the fall of pride;

Saw not the vision'd battle shock
 * That cleft his Babel fame,

Nor mark'd on far Helena's rock
 * A sepulchre of shame.

France!—France! by thy indignant zeal
 * Were fitting honors paid,

And did thy weeping fondness sooth
 * The unrequited shade?