human
When first I met thee, warm and young, There shone such truth about thee, And on thy lip such promise hung, I did not dare to doubt thee. I saw thee change, yet still relied, Still clung with hope the fonder, And thought, though false to all beside, From me thou couldst not wander. But go, deceiver! go,-- The heart, whose hopes could make it Trust one so false, so low, Deserves that thou shouldst break it.
gpt
Go--go--'tis vain to curse, 'Tis weakness to upbraid thee; Hate cannot wish thee worse Than guilt and shame have made thee.
human
You cannot imagine what a sensation the Prince's song created. It was in vain to guard your property; they had it sung and repeated over so often that they all took copies of it, and I dare say in the course of next week there will not be a Whig lord or lady in England who will not be in possession of it.
gpt
It is bold enough; but the strong blow I have aimed at the French in the last stanza makes up for everything.
human
But shame on those tyrants who envied the blessing! And shame on the light race unworthy its good, Who, at Death's reeking altar, like furies caressing The young hope of Freedom, baptized it in blood!
gpt
When after whole pages of sorrow and shame She saw History write, With a pencil of light That illumed the whole volume, her Wellington's name.
human
Go, plead for the land that first cradled thy fame,