human
No wild illusion cheats thy sight With shapes that only live in night--
gpt
Mark the native glories spread Around my bleeding brow!
human
The crown of Albion wreath'd my head, And Gallia's lilies[A] twin'd below--
gpt
When my father shook his spear, When his banner sought the skies,
human
Her baffled host recoil'd with fear, Nor turn'd their shrinking eyes:--
gpt
Soon as the daring eagle springs To bask in heav'n's empyreal light,
human
The vultures ply their baleful wings, A cloud of deep'ning colour marks their flight,
gpt
Staining the golden day:-- But see! amid the rav'nous brood
human
A bird of fiercer aspect soar-- The spirits of a rival race[B],
gpt
Hang on the noxious blast, and trace, With gloomy joy his destin'd prey;
human
Inflame th' ambitious with that thirsts for blood,