Glory, like the phoenix 'midst her fires,
Exhales her odours, blazes, and expires.


English Bards and Scotch Reviewers (1809)


Glory, like the phoenix 'midst her fires, Exhales her odours, blazes, and expires.

Glory, like the phoenix 'midst her fires, Exhales her odours, blazes, and expires.

Glory, like the phoenix 'midst her fires, Exhales her odours, blazes, and expires.

Glory, like the phoenix 'midst her fires, Exhales her odours, blazes, and expires.