B h O F 31 D 1787（1 / 2）

birthday ode for 31st deceber, 1787 注释标题 the st birthday of prce charles edward

afar the ilstrio exile roas,

who kgdos on this day should hail;

an ate the casual shed,

on transient pity&039;s bounty fed,

haunted by by ory&039;s bitter tale!

beasts of the forest have their sava hos,

but he, who should iperial purple wear,

owns not the p of earth where rests his royal head!

his wretched refu, dark despair,

while raveng wrongs and woes pursue,

and distant far the faithful few

who would his rrows share

false ftterer, hope, away!

nor thk to re as days of yore:

we lenize this rrog natal day,

to prove our loyal truth—we can no ore,

and owng heaven&039;s ysterio sway,

subissive, low adore

ye honored, ighty dead,

who nobly perished the glorio cae,

your kg, your untry, and her ws,

fro great dundee, who silg victory led,

and fell a artyr her ars,

(what breast of northern ice but wars!)

to bold balro&039;s undyg na,

whose ul of fire, lighted at heaven&039;s high f,

deserves the proudest wreath departed heroes ci:

nor unrevend your fate shall lie,

it only gs, the fatal hour,

your blood shall, with cessant cry,

awake at st, th&039; unsparg power;

as fro the cliff, with thunderg urse,

the snowy ru sokes along

with doublg speed and gatherg force,

till deep it, crhg, whels the tta the vale;

venance&039; ar, ensangu&039;d, strong,

shall with resistless ight assail,

urpg brunswick&039;s pride shall y,

and stewart&039;s wrongs and yours, with tenfold weight repay

perdition, baleful child of night!

rise and reven the jured right

of stewart&039;s royal race:

lead on the unuzzled hounds of hell,

till all the frighted echoes tell

the blood-notes of the chase!

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