Literary Remains

Till the cold coward blaze a patriot. O Danton! murder'd friend! assist my counsels-- Hover around me on sad memory's wings, And pour thy daring vengeance in my heart. Tallien! if but to-morrow's fateful sun Beholds the tyrant living--we are dead!

TALLIEN. Yet his keen eye that flashes mighty meanings--

LEGENDRE. Fear not--or rather fear th'alternative, And seek for courage e'en in cowardice-- But see--hither he comes--let us away! His brother with him, and the bloody Couthon, And, high of haughty spirit, young St. Just.

[Exeunt.]

[Enter ROBESPIERRE, COUTHON, ST. JUST, and ROBESPIERRE Junior.]

ROBESPIERRE. What! did La Fayette fall before my power-- And did I conquer Roland's spotless virtues-- The fervent eloquence of Vergniaud's tongue, And Brissot's thoughtful soul unbribed and bold! Did zealot armies haste in vain to save them! What! did th' assassin's dagger aim its point Vain, as a dream of murder, at my bosom; And shall I dread the soft luxurious