English poem
A Lesson for Tyrants
by Thomas Spence (1832–1900)
Our emperor is a tyrant, fear'd and hated; I scarce remember in his reign one day Pass guiltless o'er his execrable head: He thinks the sun is lost that sees not blood; When none is shed we count it holyday. We, who are most in favour, cannot call This hour our own.
More by Thomas Spence
- A New Song
- A NEW SONG, IN PRAISE OF Our Noble King and Happy Constitution
- An Epistle from a Swiss Officer, to his Friend at Rome
- An Old British Song, When the Romans Ruled the Land
- Better to trust a whole People with the power of doing Wrong, than one only
- EDMUND BURKE's Address to the Swinish Multitude
- English Injustice to the French
- Family Distress