...servitude conform, Dull as their lakes that slumber in the storm. Heavens ! how unlike their Bclgic sires of old ! Rough, poor, content, ungovernably...freedom on each brow; How much unlike the sons of liritain now ! Fired at the sound, my genius spreads her wing, And flies where Britain courts the western...

...dishonourable graves, And calmly bent, to servitude conform, Dull as their lakes that slumber in the storm. Heavens ! how unlike their Belgic sires of old ! Rough,...each brow ; How much unlike the sons of Britain now ! Fired at the sound, my genius spreads her wing, And flies where Britain courts the western spring;...

...dishonorable graves, And, calmly bent, to servitude conform, Dull as their lakes that slumber in the storm. Heavens ! how unlike their Belgic sires of old ! Rough,...each brow ; How much unlike the sons of Britain now ! Fired at the sound, my genius spreads her wing, And flies where Britain courts the western spring...

...in order to preserve their wealth, and the poor must rest in hopeless indigence ; but war gives r. " [Heavens ! how unlike their Belgic sires of old ! Rough, poor. content, ungovernably bold," Ac.— TVowfler.] circulation to the wealth of a nation, the poor have many opportunities of bettering...

...dishonourable graves, And, calmly bent, to servitude conform, Dull as their lakes that slumber in the storm. Heavens ! how unlike their Belgic sires of old! Rough,...each brow ; How much unlike the sons of Britain now ! Fired at the sound, my genius spreads her wing, And flies where Britain courts the western spring...

...is light. Why then, O man, be troubled in mind, or take heed lest the republic receive detriment ? Heavens, how unlike their Belgic sires of old : rough, poor, content, ungovernably bold I So sang one who had staid among them, and knew them well. The poverty gone, perhaps the contentedness....

...one of the happiest in our language : — " Heavens ! how unlike their Belgic sires of old ! Bough, poor, content, ungovernably bold ; War in each breast,...each brow, How much unlike the sons of Britain now ! — Fired at the sound, my genius spreads her wing, And flies, where Britain courts the western spring/...

...dishonourable graves, And calmly bent, to servitude conform, Dull as their lakes that slumber in the storm. Heavens ! how unlike their Belgic sires of old ! Rough,...content, ungovernably bold ; War in each breast, and frcedom on each brow ; — How much unlike the sons of Britain now ! Fired at the sound, my genius...

...Dull as their lakes that slumber in the storm. Heavens ! how unlike their Belgic sires of old ! Hough, poor, content, ungovernably bold, War in each breast,...each brow ; How much unlike the sons of Britain now ! tired at the sound, my genius spreads her wing, And flies where Britain courts the western spring;...

...famous for setting the world an example of freedom is now become a land of tyrants and a den of slaves.' Heavens! how unlike their Belgic sires of old! Rough,...now! Fir'd at the sound, my genius spreads her wing, 15 And flies where Britain courts the western spring; Where lawns extend* that scorn Arcadian pride,...