Famed for contemptuous breach of sacred ties,
By headless Charles see heartless Henry lies;
Between them stands another sceptred thing--
It moves, it reigns--in all but name, a king:
Charles to his people, Henry to his wife,
- In him the double tyrant starts to life:
Justice and death have mix'd their dust in vain,
Each royal vampire wakes to life again.
Ah, what can tombs avail!--since these disgorge
The blood and dust of both--to mould a George.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I don't think this would have made him very popular with the monarchy.....but so sharp and intelligent...perhaps it went over their inbred heads!