खौवन-फ्रब्रेिड । V. Like to a lion chain'd, That, tho’’ faint-bleeding-stands in prideWith eyes, where unsubdued Yet flash'd the fire-looks that defied - King Porus boldly went Where 'midst the gay and glittering crowd Sat god-like Alexander ; While 'round, Earth's mightiest monarchs bow'd King Porus was no slave ; He stooped not-bent not there his kneeBut stood, as stands an oak, In Himalayan majesty. 'How should I treat thee p' ask'd The mighty king of Macedon : "Ev’n as a king", replied In royal pride, Ind's haughty son. The conq'ror pleas'd, Him forth releas'd : Thus India's crown was lost and won. VI. But where, oh where is Porus now p And where the noble hearts that bled For freedom-with the heroic glow In patriot bosoms nourished-Hearts, eagle like that recked mot death, But shrank before foul Thraldom's breath P And where art thou-Fair Freedom -thou Once goddess of Ind's sunny clime
