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……………….To Kosciusko 

Good Kosciusko, thy great name alone
Is a full harvest whence to reap high feeling:
It comes upon us like the glorious pealing
Of the wide spheres-an everlasting tone.
And now it tells me, that in the worlds unknown,
The names of heroes, burst from clouds concealing,
And changed to harmonies, for ever stealing
Through cloudless blue, and round each silver throne.
It tells me too, that on a happy day,
When some good spirit walks upon the earth,
Thy name with Alfred’s, and the great of yore
Gently commingling, gives tremendous birth
To a loud hymn, that sounds far, far away
To where the great God lives for evermore.

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Tadeusz Kosciusko, hero in the Polish rebellion:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tadeusz_Ko%C5%9Bciuszko

Samuel Taylor Coleridge wrote a sonnet by the same title that was published Dec.16, 1794.  It can be seen here:

https://thebardonthehill.wordpress.com/2014/11/13/to-kosciusko-by-samuel-taylor-coleridge/

Hunt’s sonnet was published in November of 1815. It can be seen here:

https://thebardonthehill.wordpress.com/2014/11/16/to-kosciusko-by-leigh-hunt/

John Keats’ sonnet was published in December, 1816.

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………………To Kosciusko 

‘Tis like thy patient valour thus to keep,
Great Kosciusko, to the rural shade,
While Freedom’s ill-found amulet still is made
Pretence for old aggression, and a heap
Of selfish mockeries. There, as in the sweep
Of stormier fields, thou earnest with thy blade,
Transform’d, not inly alter’d, to the spade,
Thy never yielding right to a calm sleep.
There came a wanderer, borne from land to land
Upon a couch, pale, many-wounded, mild,
His brow with patient pain dulcetly sour.
Men stoop’d with awful sweetness on his hand,
And kiss’d it; and collected Virtue smiled,
To think how sovereign her enduring hour.

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Tadeusz Kosciusko, hero in the Polish rebellion:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tadeusz_Ko%C5%9Bciuszko

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Samuel Taylor Coleridge wrote a sonnet by the same title
that was published Dec.16, 1794.  It can be seen here:

https://thebardonthehill.wordpress.com/2014/11/13/to-kosciusko-by-samuel-taylor-coleridge/

Hunt’s sonnet was published in November of 1815. John Keats also wrote a sonnet with this title and I’ll publish it in a few days.

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………………..To Kosciusko

O what a loud and fearful shriek was there,
As tho’ a thousand souls one death-groan pour’d!
Ah me! they view’d beneath an hireling’s sword
Fall’n KOSCIUSKO! Thro’ the burthen’d air
(As pauses the tir’d Cossac’s barb’rous yell
Of Triumph) on the chill and midnight gale
Rises with frantic burst or sadder swell
The dirge of murder’d Hope! while Freedom pale
Bends in such anguish o’er her destin’d bier,
As if from eldest time some Spirit meek
Had gather’d in a mystic urn each tear
That ever on a Patriot’s furrowed cheek
Fit channel found; and she had drained the bowl
In the mere wilfulness, and sick despair of soul!

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Tadeusz Kosciusko, hero in the Polish rebellion:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tadeusz_Ko%C5%9Bciuszko

***I will post sonnets by Hunt and Keats to Kosciusko soon.

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