Dysthanatos - Sonnets
Ad generem Cereris sine cde et vulnere pauci Descendunt reges, aut sicc morte tyranni. By no dry death another king goes down The way of kings. Yet may no free mans voice, For stern compassion and deep awe, rejoice That one sign more is given against the crown, That one more head those dark red waters drown Which rise round thrones whose trembling equipoise Is propped on sand and bloodshed and such toys As human hearts that shrink at human frown. The name writ red on Polish earth, the star That was to outshine our Englands in the far East heaven of empire where is one that saith Proud words now, prophesying of this White Czar? In bloodless pangs few kings yield up their breath, Few tyrants perish by no violent death,
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"Ad generem Cereris sine cde et vulnere pauci..."
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