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Sydney Thompson Dobell (Сидней Томпсон Добелл)


Austrian Alliance


Doth this hand live? Trust not a royal coat,
My country! Smite that cheek; there is no stain
But of the clay! no flush of shame or pain.
This is the smell o' the grave. Lift the gold crown
And see that brow. Lo! how the dews drip down
The empty house! The worm is on the walls,
And the half-shuttered lights are dull and dead
With dusty desecration. The soul fled
On a spring-day within thy palace-halls,
Hapsburg! and all the days of all the springs
Of all the ages bring it not again!
Vampyre! we wrench thee from the breathing throat
Of living Man, and he leaps up and flings
Thy rotten carcase at the heads of Kings. 



Sydney Thompson Dobell's other poems:
  1. Home In War-Time
  2. Good-Night In War-Time
  3. The Botanist's Vision
  4. To James Y. Simpson
  5. A Musing On A Victory


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