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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed.  Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Russia: Vol. XX.  1876–79.
Karl Theodor Körner (1791–1813)
Translated by W. B. Chorley

HOW thy church domes swell yonder, amply rounded!
How sun-gleams o’er each golden palace hover!
The eye, delighted, can no rest discover;
On every side midst varied pomps confounded,—
Sudden, o’er all, by flame the sight is bounded,—        5
With their own hands thy citizens do cover
All their own roofs with blazing firebrands over;
A crackling ring of fires hath thee surrounded!
Let none but fools condemn, this ruin knowing:
Churches, be crushed! ye palaces, melt glowing!        10
The Russian Phœnix life i’ th’ flames is throwing!
Yet, with bright glories from his fire-crown taken,
In the free youth’s proud glance shall he awaken;
And conquering St. George his lance hath shaken!

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