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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CHRISTUS TRIUMPHANS: 1. MORS VICTOR, by CONDE BENOIST PALLEN Poet's Biography First Line: Before thy grisly front no man may stand Last Line: To smite and blast us with its mighty pain! | |||
Before thy grisly front no man may stand; No heart but quakes at sounding of thy feet; Thy coming none may flee, though ne'er so fleet, And trembling earth confesses thy command. From kings their crowns thou pluck'st and from the hand Of Power its scepter; thou mock'st the vacant seat Of Pride or Love; nor high nor low degree may cheat Thee of thy tribute, Lord of sea and land. Dreadful art thou, and terrible thy power Against our piteous frailty doomed to die! Weakly we lift our fending hands in vain, And crouching wait the inexorable hour, The thunderbolt of thy dark sovereignty To smite and blast us with its mighty pain! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SONG OF SIXPENCE by CONDE BENOIST PALLEN AMARANTHUS by CONDE BENOIST PALLEN ANARCHY by CONDE BENOIST PALLEN ASPIRATION by CONDE BENOIST PALLEN BENEDICTION by CONDE BENOIST PALLEN CARMEN NUPTIALE by CONDE BENOIST PALLEN CHRISTUS TRIUMPHANS: 2. MORS VICTA by CONDE BENOIST PALLEN HEAVEN by CONDE BENOIST PALLEN |
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