A Sequel to Don Juan — page 41: what you’re looking at

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29 A SEQUEL To LX XIX. God ! do thy thunders sleep, while England moans Beneath this Nero-sway ? Shall mortal dare Thus to make men anticipate the groans, The pains, the agonies of hell ? or where Is vengeance to be looked-for 2? Must the bones Of those who died of hunger, be laid bare, And brought as damning evidence to show Who were the authors of this fearful woe ? LXXX, Oh ! that the great arch-orator,* whose tongue Made Verres tremble, could return again, To vent on ye the indignation wrung From every honest heart ;—to taint—to stain— And to besmear your names, ere they be flung Forth on the moral dungheaps that remain Throughout all ages, to perpetuate Those dread examples which we execrate ! LX X XI, Like the avenging Arungzebe, who, hushed For seven long years with his own communings, Shook off that silent apathy, and rushed Lion-like from his cave to war with kings,— The public spirit, long by tyrants crushed, Will soon soar forth upon its ample wings, Prepared to slay, in retribution’s hour, Those who abused their delegated power ! * Cicero, comichbookss.com